There was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he look'd upon, that object be became,
And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day,
Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child,
And grass and white and red morning glories, and white and red clover,
and the song of the phoebe-bird,
And the Third-month lambs and the sow's pink-faint litter,
and the mare's foal and the cow's calf...
-Walt Whitman


I like to play indoors better 'cause that's where all the electrical outlets are.
-A fourth-grader in San Diego

This is from the opening page of Last Child in the Woods by Richard Louv. I've been wanting to read it for a long time and a friend just lent it to me.
I also just finished Gap Creek- great book! Mom, you should read it, you would like it.