To Bury Or Not To Bury Your Inner Child

In my Huckleberry youth [circa, the Great Depression] our family shared a modest summer cottage that had a pier just like this….Lily Lake about 30 miles outside Chicago…I fished here, dreamed here, even tried to swim from here….it was so long ago, it was the very last time I felt like a Tom Sawyer in communion with nature… too young to have any adult limits to my soaring imagination….and yet, too powerful a personal memory to forget whenever I feel too burdened by being too adult…. everyone needs a place where they can still find their Inner Child

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