My Summer Adventure: Memories of Another Life free

I was about four years old running wild, free and barefoot behind “Grandma’s shack” when I discovered my first painted turtle, a marvelous wild creature at the edge of the forbidden swamp. What moment refreshes your feeling of childhood wonder? For me, it is often the first sightings of painted turtles basking on logs. For others, perhaps just a soothing evening walk down to the solitude of a neighborhood pond, with a pause to stare at a bug-eyed frog, to gather thoughts before resuming a parental role. For some, it may have been the scent of May lilac blooms or the arrival of the first Ruby-throated Hummingbird. Sometimes we all just need something to stir our memories, slow our fast-paced lives and set us free, at least for a while. You may even rediscover the sense of wildness within you, no matter how citified or refined you think you are, or pretend to be.

Want to feel like a kid again, with an insatiable sense of discovery? Try wandering the wetland embracing trails of Oakland County and that just might happen.

My Summer Adventure: Memories of Another Life free