As we debate the merits of city parks with wood chips versus sand, I remember my childhood playground. This “park” did not have swings, slides, or a splash pad, but climbing up rocks (with or without ropes) and jumping off waterfalls more than compensated. My current encounters with wildlife consist of spiders, bugs and one neighborhood possum. Back then no thought was given to such small critters; we were on the lookout for deer, bears, and the occasional moose. It seems like an ideal way to grow up, scampering up trees and swimming in icy glacial lakes where numbness set in the second a toe hit the water. However, looking back I can see the true value was in encounters with God’s grace and creation while forming strong friendships on those hiking trails (or more often through the underbrush as we forged our own way). Today the experiences may be different, but the fostering of lasting relationships can hopefully be replicated.
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