Just acknowledge him/her.

Yes. It IS that easy.

I’m still so connected with the little girl that I once was.

She was free. Alone. Usually Barefoot. With an Observer’s Book of Flowers/Trees/Birds/Sea etc in her hand (depending on where she’d find herself roaming.)

I can still see me on the beach…on the East Coast of Scotland. Bare feet in a rock pool. Observing the teaming but slightly wacky life therein, and checking the book for a name to put with that strange creature/plant.

Limpets and barnacles are weird AF :o)