As a child, I talked to sticks. Well, actually — sticks talked to me. Often; and quite loudly.
I remember vividly – interpreting their words and vast knowledge and feeling comforted by the mysteries and great secrets they shared with me.
I spent the bulk of my childhood outdoors: wandering, exploring, climbing, building, and best of all — dreaming. I made up worlds within worlds, and governed them all with a kind spirit and a brave heart.
I was a Free Range Kid in every sense of the term. Free to roam. Free to dream. Free to make choices, take risks, fall down, and get back up again.
My childhood was free from bubble-wrap, and although it was not free from pain nor sorrow, I learned to weather those too. I was free to feel whatever was warranted, and am grateful for this fact.
Today I am free in ways I never would be if I had not been that girl, off on her own talking to sticks and learning the mysteries of the universe, and also herself.
How about you?
See ya outside! ~ The Grass Stain Guru
PS: It took me about 30 years, but I finally grew into that chin.