The good ol’days

Not to start this post off with a rant, but why not? I mean I love technology just as much as the rest of you, but I remember that childhood was much simpler when we as children didn’t have access to it obsessively and whenever we wanted. Come to think of it, we only had one TV and it featured four channels. But I have no regrets when it comes to that. All I remember is a deep sense of connection to skiing and to this family. The woods were always magical and what better way to explore it than swishing across the snow with skinny boards strapped to your feet?

“The woods were my Ritalin. Nature calmed me, focused me, and yet excited my senses.”

― Richard Louv, Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children from Nature-Deficit Disorder

My sister, Sarah, yes her name is spelled incorrectly above, and I are about to head out into the back field, over gardens laid to rest for the winter, into the woods where our father had cut a series of networking trails through a swamp and a large Pine forrest. We seem pretty eager to get out there and glide across the snow. These are the moments that I remember as a child over and over again. Skiing through the woods, investigating the murky, frozen water of the swamp, creating stories in my head or humming some song frozen in my mind. This is what we did. Cross country skiing and nature were our medicine.