For me, having kids has also meant a lot of looking back at my own childhood. Which experiences do I want to share with them? From which should I protect them? One of the best parts of my childhood was growing up in a rural community with nearly 200 acres of field and forest behind our house, and hundreds more across the street.So head on over there. I should have a few stories appearing throughout the week. For now, there's my Axe story.
That land was our domain, and we neighborhood kids explored every inch of it. We built tree forts in the first line of trees. Later, there followed shelters in the woods, even one underground. A particular grove of sumac became my church for a season. We named every inch of the topography from the old Washboard (a particularly bumpy trail) to Mike’s racetrack, from the Hollow to the Tar Pit (a huge patch of roofing tar someone had dumped years before that still softened and oozed in the summer).
Becoming aware of how rare these kinds of experiences are becoming for children today, my wife and I have determined that our kids will buck the trend. They will grow up with a love and appreciation of the outdoors. And that’s what this site is about. It’s about our efforts to raise our kids outside.
Which begs the question a friend and I have been debating: HOW do YOU spell the chopping implement bigger than a hatchet? With, or without, an "E"? Please comment.