You know when you are doing those relaxation exercises? The ones where you close your eyes and go to your "happy place"? This is my happy place:
This was where I grew up. Well, not here exactly. We did live in a house. But this was only a minute away.
We'd spend whole days here. Our mums would pack us lunch, and off we'd go. Swimming; climbing around the rocks; exploring the rock pools; catching crabs; fishing or mucking around in the bush.
We spent so much time on these rocks that I still know where all the good rock pools are, and the best paths to follow.
This knowledge gives me cred with my boys. We still spend our summer days here, and there goes my little bloke with his bucket, off to catch crabs.
I don't know if I could pack him lunch and wave him goodbye until the afternoon. Who am I kidding, I know I couldn't. It makes me sad that somewhere along the line this isn't okay anymore.
But I'm trying. I can say "see you in an hour".
(This post is a part of the Nature and Children Blog Carnival at Backyard Mama)