It struck me once again as I was strolling through the forest with most of my family yesterday how lucky they are to have each other. Who needs theme parks? They are an imaginative bunch, give them a prop or two or pop a little suggestion into their ears and they’re off (not so much the teens these days but they will willingly carry a boy too weary to adventure further).
Yesterday we stopped in the woods and looked around. We listened very carefully for the sound of fairies or other magical creatures.
And then we spied, through the trees, a tower looming above us. Who lives there? Why is it here?
Rapunzel Mummy! We must rescue her at once!
They fought their way through the deepest forest
Circled carefully around the enchanted beech tree
Wondered if this was a hermit’s hut or a giant’s fire waiting for the pot
Until at last they found the path to the tower
But, oh my goodness, it is huge! A giant must live here!
They bravely knocked upon the door
And beat a hasty retreat when they heard footsteps approaching. As we walked and skipped away we wondered who was inside and who that was peeping at us from the very top.
Who needs theme parks when you have a good imagination?