Children run free in the woods, roam the neighborhood, play sports with rules you make up along the way and sports that were not organized by adults and sports without referees.
Children join up into packs and traipse through backyards to find the shortcut to the stream.
Children walk to town to the local corner store to get their favorite treat. Talk to man behind the counter because he knows you.
Neighbors know you children and say hey with a big smile when they see you and scold you when they see you doing something wrong.
Children walk to the park by yourselves and the world sees you and supports you in your effort to be alive and make your mistakes and to learn by falling down sometimes.
Children be free.
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