The Child’s Journey and the Lost Art of Growing Up

The Child’s Journey and the Lost Art of Growing Up


Back when I was a kid, we lived an adventure every day, even way back in the country where I was raised. Maybe especially there. We roved. We disappeared for hours. We were pirates and Indians, Jedi Knights and heroic warriors, damsels in distress (my dolls, not me), and brave rescuers from dragons, towers, and evil sorcerers. Cats became tigers. Creeks became raging rapids. The woods were vast and unknown, dark and dangerous. Cows became monsters, deer unicorns.

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We explored. We rescued animals for real, usually from those same cats, who were absolute demons when it came to chipmunks and baby rabbits. We created stories and games that stretched across days, sometimes weeks, evolving as we did.

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