The rock we sat on seemed to grow harder and harder as the sky around us grew darker and darker. The air was damp from a summer misting earlier in the day. The forest was quiet except for the swiftly running creek and the beat of my anxious heart full of expectation and wonder.
I was a creative little girl. I had a forest full of kingdoms and imaginary friends to fill those kingdoms. I was a princess, a witch, a bird learning to fly.
“Would you like to use my mallet?” She must have been watching us from her deluxe caravan tent, complete with rooms and windows and even a shower. She must have been watching as we broke an “unbreakable” water bottle pounding in the tent stakes of our tiny backpacking tents, unsuccessfully. “You have to tilt the pegsContinue reading “Finding Happiness in the Wombat Parade of Life”