I’d return to those days when I’d roam for hours, on my own, on beaches or in forests or abandoned buildings. Or take the family dog for 5 mile long walks around the villages here.
The days when I knew all the names of the birds and the trees and the wildflowers. When hedgerows were filled with nests and dog rose. When my brothers and I would go down to the local river with a net and a jam jar and catch tiddlers/sticklebacks/tadpoles/frogs and study them before putting them back.
When summer days were long and warm; full of happiness and adventure.
When families and friends got together to dig up/pick the garden fruit and vegetables, sit on the back doorstep podding peas or peeling pears to make a beautiful tea. Or they’d pack a picnic basket and go out of the house.
I am so glad that I don’t have grand-children right now. WHY?
Because THIS is THEIR childhood :o(
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