Stuck inside during the cold snap I have found myself contemplating the simplicity of childhood in summer.
With no school to attend, the known universe... what was important anyway... fell within a two mile radius of my home. And the kids who lived in that universe had assigned a simple name to everything of importance.
If we agreed to meet at the Big Rock, there was no question as to the meeting place. There were fields and farms all around, but if someone declared a game of touch football would be played in The Farmer's Field everybody knew where to go.Games of hide and seek started at The Bridge and toy boats were tested for integrity at The Waterfall.
An underground fort was constructed at the foot of the Big Hill. During the dog days of summer we would crawl down the sloping entrance and sip water from canteens while breathing in the cool air that smelled of damp earth
Looking back, I wonder if our parents envied the confines of our world.
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