One afternoon years ago, I watched my daughter sitting cross-legged on the floor. She was about 2 years at that time and she was covering on a note leaflet. I think it was something from the vet that had a serious working cat on it.But she didn't care. Time disappeared. Her shoulders relaxed.Her little fingers moved with complete freedom. She wasn't performing. She wasn't pleasing.She was just herself. And in that moment I felt something shift in me, a memory, a question. When did I stop being like that. Wh ...