|Our oldest grandson mountain biking|
I've been a wanderer since I was a child.
My father died when I was 9 years old.
My mother worked long hours in a factory.
I don't remember ever being cautioned or restricted.
It was understood that I would try to make the "right" choices.
And so I did.
|Our youngest grandson wandering|
After school and in the summer I was on my own.
I followed trails into the woods.
I rode my bike beyond my neighborhood.
I found paths and trails that led me and taught me.
Often, I was alone.
|Following Bob up the trail|
I was a naturally cautious kid, but Nature called to me.
I was curious and attentive to my surroundings.
I loved books and often escaped into their worlds.
Sometimes I carried a book with me on my adventures.
I'd find a quiet spot and sit, immersed in Nature and in story.
|sunlight on Bob's shoulders|
Who we were at age 9 or 10 is probably who we are now.
I still wander - sometimes I briefly lose my way.
However, I always manage to find a trail that leads toward home.
Have you changed a lot since since childhood?
I hope you still make time for play and for wandering.
Trails and paths in life that lead us and teach us are my one good thing today.