Our children remind us of things. Their questions sink down into deep pockets of our mind, like carp unsettling sediment on a lake bottom.

Today the kids and I were crafting cards for their teachers and listening to Kids United on Spotify. My son asked what a ricochet was. Two scenes rushed into view: the first of being in the mountains in Quebec where a friend and I, on meandering afternoon walks, would stop at a pool of water in the forest and sometimes just sit in silence. She was better at skipping stones than I was, so I'd find some and give them to her.

The second was of my dad skipping stones on Pike Lake near Saskatoon, where we would go for daytrips as a family sometimes. Some images revive and they have positive associations. Uncovered they are like a surprise, a chocolate in a flavour you like.