Children. Sometimes I wish I was a child again – maybe not all of you do, but maybe some of you …?
Freedom. I was fortunate – I had the best childhood I could dream of. Loving parents and grandparents…and not more human friends than I wanted. Animals were my best friends. Strolling in the forest, feeling totally secure. Quietness. Simplicity.
When walking the paths at Wanås, there were some children skipping in front of us – with their parents of course. I could not help but studying them. A girl and a boy – siblings – who quietly climbed the installations allowed. The girl exploring first…and then the boy took the lead. A bit more daring now…
Later in the day, I saw them merrily running and jumping over a little bridge in the fading sunshine. The boy in the lead. So…first the girl, leading the boy into this new, unknown world…and when he felt safe and secure enough, he took over.
And, the very little girl in the header, trudging away…how did she manage?
I so recognized myself in her. She was a loner, a little philosopher…