05/26/2026
When we were kids, we walked 3 miles to meet each other halfway.
Not because it was close — but because distance didn’t matter yet.
We weren’t thinking about time.
We were thinking about what the day might hold.
Blue jay eggs tucked carefully into little hands.
Rocks collected for Grandma.
Strawberries. Homemade forts.
Playing house outside until someone finally called us in.
This is where Prairie Pockets began.
Not in patterns.
In the quiet treasures children carry home — and the kind of childhood that teaches you how to notice.
What’s something you used to bring home in your pockets?