... My kids... playing in their cramped space ... the one and only cramped space in the whole backyard.
When you were a kid and told to "go outside and play", did you ever seek out the squishy places?The hard to reach places?
The dank and quiet places that smelled deliciously of the earth?
I remember going behind the bushes... in the undergrowth...watching what (if anything) was happening, hidden, but within the scenes. In those times, I preferred to be totally alone.
I'd bring a blanket, a drink of water, some drawing or reading material. And if I wasn't called for, I'd stay for hours. Often there was nothing to watch. But, it was my special place.
