When I was very little, no one had to tell me to play. No one had to tell my siblings either. We knew how to have fun, run around, fight with sticks, climb trees. Sing like we were good! Mom and dad would have to call us in some nights. We just wanted to keep playing.
But as we grew, we would get bored and complain there was nothing to do. Sometimes, mom would take us for a walk.
And on these walks, she taught us the excitement of learning, of discovering. We were thrilled when we found a new bug or a piece of petrified wood. We'd pay attention to the bird calls. Find flowers in cracks in the road.
