To be a child is to discover all that is new. It is to taste something for the first time. It is to see something unlike anything you’ve laid eyes on before. It is to learn something previously unfathomable.
To be a child is to discover the changing seasons. It is to touch snow for the first time and marvel that it is cold and watery. It is to watch the rain come down and wonder where it has come from. It is to listen to thunder and watch lightning and understand the power of nature.
To be a child is to wear your wellies for the first time and go in search of puddles. It is to find the muddiest parts of the path through the field and stomp through those. It is to stand with mummy and dig your heels in to hear how the ground can squelch.
To be a child is to jump up and down in muddy puddles during your first autumn as a walker. It is to crunch the golden leaves of the season for the first time.
Yesterday, Milin and I put on our raincoats and wellies and went out into an autumn afternoon. There were dark clouds overhead and muddy soils beneath our feet. He discovered the fun to be had in the rain. I discovered the fun to be had with my son, in autumn.