Now that we live off a dirt road in the woods, my 11- and 9-year-old have no interest in venturing beyond the lawn. I guess they've been conditioned to stay close to the house. The twins, however, were only a few months old when we moved to our rambling home surrounded by birch trees. They don't know any other life.
They chase each other through the tall grass and alders.
They run up the hill into the woods.
They grab the zip line and swing down into the backyard . . .
. . . without a care in the world.
Dinner last night: mac and cheese