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.
Obviously.
In
nature, a child finds freedom, fantasy, and privacy: a place distant from the
adult world, a separate peace.
Richard Louv
Last Child in the
Woods – Saving Our Children from Nature-Deficit Disorder
Ha,funny...we have a similar family tale; only I was 3, found after an hour's frantic search by the whole family, curled up in a cardboard box in the garage, sucking my thumb, watching a spider spinning its web.
ReplyDeleteHey Rich, good to hear from you. How are things going? I'm warming up for my long Madagascar season, starting in October.
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