I read an article a few years back by Dave Barry, about "the end of the street". As a kid his mom would always tell him to go play at the "end of the steet", which was a big open field with woods all around it. He said he spent more hours playing in that field and exploring the woods than anything else growing up. He went on to explain the importance of having an "end of the street" for kids growing up. Without it, the tv becomes the "end of the street" which is so unforturnate and unhealthy is so many different ways. Even though we get wet sometimes, here in Ktown, the end of the road is providing that imaginative exporatory curiosity filled place that our kids learn so much from; both good lessons and tough lessons.
This past weekend out kids learned some good life lessons through their exploration.
Charlie learned the fine art of packing wood for the fire, something every kid must be subjected to often, isn't she cute!
And Brock figured out how hard rocks can really be... with a new chipped tooth.
Noah learned that when it rains tree branches get really slippery. He slipped of this tree branch, landed on his back on the next tree branch, which flipped him flat on his stomach in the sand. So much for learning slowly. The girl in the white shirt is sitting on the second branch which is about 8 ft. off the ground.
