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Deep in the 27 Acre Wood…

March 18, 2012

When I was Lily’s age, we moved to England and lived in a suburb that bordered on a wood. Since it was in England, it was, of course, magical. At least, I thought so. I feel like I spent significant time wandering around and exploring that woods, sometimes alone and sometimes with siblings, but often (always?) without parents. There was a giant hole we called the “crater” that filled with water when it rained but was, of course, irresistible nonetheless. There was a large field of very tall grass and wild flowers near the train station. There was a big hill with a war memorial on top, and we did our best Little House on the Prairie tumbles down it.

I’m not quite ready to shoo Lily out the door to go and explore some woods alone (insert obligatory lament about how times have changed), but fortunately, I still like exploring.

Remind me not to buy any more toys–all we need is to go to the woods.

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  1. Stephani Teran permalink
    March 18, 2012 10:30 pm

    Agreed! Give a kid some trees and they have an afternoon of play. 😉

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