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Like Packs of Wild Children

May 24, 2009
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Six (or was it seven?) families from our homeschool group went camping this week, for two nights.  We each reserved a rustic cabin in a state park about 1 1/2 away from home.  The cabins were in there own private loop, with no thru traffic, yet each cabin had their own space and private area with table and fire pit.  After we settled in, the most beautiful thing happened.  Something which, I think, most modern children in cities and suburbs don’t get to experience regularly, if ever.  Our combined children left the confines of their cabin area and roamed free in packs.  They felt safe being in a relatively enclosed area with lots and lots of new ground to explore and all the parents were keeping an eye out and if you hollered, you could usually find out where your child was right away.  Seeing the kids experience that kind of rare freedom and abandon was so wonderful to experience.  It made me sad when we had to leave and I contemplated how they wouldn’t be able to do that again in our home spot.  We live in a safe town with mostly great people, but we also live on quite a busy street and aren’t close with our neighbors and many of them don’t even have children.

At the camp, our cabin was small, but cozy; friends were close if you needed something (like borrowing a French press after you drop yours and shatter the carafe the first morning your are there); the kids were always busy and I didn’t hear any child say they were bored with nothing to do, not even once.  It was tempting to dream of an intentional community with cabins near enough to shout back and forth, but hidden from view; extra time on my hands with such a small home to tidy and my children with a constant supply of friends.  I still think it would be great though I know that inevitable problems would pop up and it wouldn’t be nearly as idyllic as I imagine it would be.

Do you see the number in the trees?

Do you see the number in the trees?

South Falls

South Falls

Top of South Falls

Top of South Falls

Crashed out from all the activity

Crashed out from all the activity

Three running girls, only two are mine

Three running girls, only two are mine

#5

#5

Wildflowers

Wildflowers

Goodbye pose on the cabin steps

Goodbye pose on the cabin steps

Isabel surprised all of us by being a champion sack racer!

Isabel surprised all of us by being a champion sack racer!

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. Mom permalink
    May 24, 2009 7:20 pm

    Sounds like you had a great time! The pictures are wondeful!

  2. May 25, 2009 6:13 am

    I recommend World Gone Beautiful by Linda Buturian for the memoir of a woman living out that fantasy. She brilliantly captures the life-liness of it without sparing how hard it is.

  3. May 25, 2009 2:23 pm

    Mom-It was fantastic.

    Rebecca-Thanks for the recommend. I looked it up on Amazon and it looks like an excellent read. Then I checked our regional library system and discovered that they don’t have it. 😦 So, I will put it on my wish list for when I’m able to get it.

  4. June 5, 2009 9:28 pm

    I know all about the finance part I am right there in the boat with you. I think I know exactly where you live.Do you have a bike hanging from your front porch? A lot of the time when we come back from the park we go by Sharis on our way back to Baker Creek.

  5. June 6, 2009 1:10 pm

    Yes, that’s us Yolanda!

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