No child left indoors

Today, I went on a hike with about fifty second graders in Little City of Rocks and I remembered, just for a moment, what it’s like to see through the eyes of a child. When you’re seven, everything is new and interesting to you – a mouse burrow, an animal track in soft mud, the sparkly grains of quartz in a rock. Boulders look like bears and giant turtles and camels, even faces. The world is a magical place. How could I forget?