We visited my parents a couple of weekends ago, and on one fine day my dad and I took Edith, Atticus and one of my nephews for a little walk to the woods behind my parents' home. Even I hadn't been back there for a decade or two.
The kids thought it was a long walk, but it's only maybe 10 minutes along a nice grassy path to the edge of the woods and a nice view of the river. It really was lovely (despite the deer poop that the kids liked to watch for). It made me wonder why I never much went back there as a kid myself. Even still, I suppose, I'd rather have my nose stuck in a book.
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