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Back into the Wild

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SimonDwight

28 Jul 2015

At 8:30 pm last Thursday I stood at the top of a pile of rocks 20 feet high…

Somewhere off the south coast of England. The rain was pouring down, the wind was at the gale force and my eldest son was hanging onto my leg, grinning from ear to ear.

Adlai had barely stopped talking since we left our holiday house in the pursuit of adventure – he’d had a new burst of energy at the prospect. We headed to the beach and found rocks piled up begging to be conquered. I hadn’t planned to go to the top but as we climbed from one rock to the next, avoiding increasingly precarious drops, our excitement grew and the sense of imminent glory was too great to turn back.

We paused at the top – half admiring our own sense of greatness, half wondering how on earth we’d get down. Adlai had moments of concern but overall he left the worrying to me and concentrated on talking and comparing himself to every superhero he could think of. Getting down was more difficult then climbing up and the incoming tide added an element of urgency which left me relieved to be back on ‘solid’ sand. Adlai, though, immediately forgot about any of the danger he’d just faced and was keen to embark on another climb.

I’m learning that my boys are always looking for adventure – they love stories about it, watching movies about it and playing computer games about it. But most of all they love living it. I want to show my boys adventure in real life so they don’t spend their whole lives in TV shows and computer games looking for it. Sometimes parks and pretending to be Spiderman on the back of a sofa don’t cut it. 

Sometimes only going into the wild will do. 

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