This evening my father and stepmother told me a story of which I have no memory at all. When I was ten years old my family and I were visiting a Roman ruin in France; I grew bored of Roman drainage and slipped off by myself. Panic ensued as no-one had seen me leave or had any idea where I was.
I was found a mile away on a little bridge over a stream, watching damselflies.
In nature, a child finds freedom, fantasy, and privacy: a place distant from the adult world, a separate peace.
Last Child in the Woods – Saving Our Children from Nature-Deficit Disorder