...was the perfect spot to build our kingdom! sticks and found half-bricks and anything we could find, to pretend with. craving that space to experiment with building, like it was instinct (well, it is :) ).

Evenly spaced, curved, descending tree roots, peeking out of the ground were castle steps.

Digging, hitting a piece of cement, and speculating for days that it might be a dinosaur bone! :) 6 months ago

I was so proud of myself for climbing the only tree in our yard. It felt like an accomplishment, overlooking the big yard, house, swing set, and I could even see the top of the shed. Mom said to be careful, but how could I fall? I didn’t realize it at the time, but the sweat from my bare feet stuck to the tree like tacky glue, as I climbed.

I was delighted to find that the same still holds true about my feet. An old boyfriend and I came across a big rock formation with a round cutout in it. You could only get in if you could hold yourself up from the sides, because there was drop below. I’m no daredevil, but I knew instinctively that my bare feet were going to hold me up better than my bone-dry shoes. I tried first with my shoes, and they slid downward against the rock. Without thinking twice, I said quietly, “I can do it with my feet.” He told me to put my shoes back on, but I showed him… My feet held me just right, like tacky glue… I felt like that kid in the tree. :) 9 months ago