I was lucky. Growing up, my friend Kelly lived almost next door to a golf club and an enormous plot of undeveloped land, maybe a thousand acres. Today that land is a regional park, with picnic tables and porta poties, but 40 years ago it was a wilderness of untamed woods, two streams, and numerous trails. Every Saturday, Kelly and I would lose our shoes and socks and go exploring those trails, often wandering into the middle of the woods. Early in Spring and late in the Fall, the air and the ground would be chilly - and it felt amazing to our bare feet. I miss those days.
I was lucky. Growing up, my friend Kelly lived almost next door to a golf club and an enormous plot of undeveloped land, maybe a thousand acres. Today that land is a regional park, with picnic tables and porta poties, but 40 years ago it was a wilderness of untamed woods, two streams, and numerous trails. Every Saturday, Kelly and I would lose our shoes and socks and go exploring those trails, often wandering into the middle of the woods. Early in Spring and late in the Fall, the air and the ground would be chilly - and it felt amazing to our bare feet. I miss those days.
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