On the back side of our property, right along the river, is a spot that the children have named Terebithia. For good reason. One's imagination soars here. Anything can become real here, tangible proof not needed.
This is one of the reasons we loved this property. So many options. I subscribe to the wild child doctrine. Where a child shouldn't necessarily behave poorly, but have a place to be wild. Where sticks become magic staffs and trees become quiet friends.
This is the place my children wander to when they want to come home smelling like summer, the wilderness and dirt.
It's where you can hide in plain sight and scare every unsuspecting sibling.
The children have already decided that we should plant some berry bushes, that way they could stay out all day. The berries would help with the hunger. And I suspect, the game as well.
I have no idea what Terebithia looks like in the spring, but I bet it's pretty good. Still a bit chilly with lots of sunshine. Ah, yes, the perfect wild child spot.
Lastly: I would say, no shoes required! But this is Indiana and that poison ivy creeps everywhere. So they wear shoes. and pants!