making a silent bow…
On an afternoon walk, we came upon an end-of-school celebration at a local park. As I wandered about the carnival setting, memories of past transitions that included a sense of freedom came to mind. Freedom to play, to explore, to be… My summers were a time in which I was allowed to roam over hills and through meadows, to swim in rivers and creeks, and to reenact storybook characters. No television, no internet, no social media…just freedom to play in an landscape that extended far beyond the horizon.
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