A father and his young son came fishing at the house the other day. And there's nothing to widen your eyes to the wonders of our world like watching a child.
Our duck house was radically transformed. Who knew that big, plunky, plastic chair would fit in there? But fit it did, providing a perfect, little house with windows for such a small body.
And his excitement over catching a fish was something. When Bobby got home from work, he went down there to visit, and came back smiling. "Let me show you how to catch a fish," he he told Bobby. And when he did catch one, he turned back and grinned this huge smile.
Where is it along life's way do we lose such wonder? When did I become leery of bugs, so that I cringe at the thought of crawling into a small space like a duck house? And what is it about childhood (and puppies) that make them want to chase things? We haven't had a child yet that didn't chase the ducks or geese (nor a dog, for that matter!). There's nothing malicious in the act; the children are always laughing and having a good time. Where along the path to adulthood did we lose the thrill of the chase and become concerned with the poor ducks?
I think the father and the son had a great time. And I think I regained a small sense of that wonder you lose when you live in an all adult world.
Our duck house was radically transformed. Who knew that big, plunky, plastic chair would fit in there? But fit it did, providing a perfect, little house with windows for such a small body.
And his excitement over catching a fish was something. When Bobby got home from work, he went down there to visit, and came back smiling. "Let me show you how to catch a fish," he he told Bobby. And when he did catch one, he turned back and grinned this huge smile.
Where is it along life's way do we lose such wonder? When did I become leery of bugs, so that I cringe at the thought of crawling into a small space like a duck house? And what is it about childhood (and puppies) that make them want to chase things? We haven't had a child yet that didn't chase the ducks or geese (nor a dog, for that matter!). There's nothing malicious in the act; the children are always laughing and having a good time. Where along the path to adulthood did we lose the thrill of the chase and become concerned with the poor ducks?
I think the father and the son had a great time. And I think I regained a small sense of that wonder you lose when you live in an all adult world.
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