Ron,
Thanks for posting. I don't have any "tender moment" stories like that from my youth. I grew up in the city. One of my more tender moments (age 10) went something like this...
me: "What happened?"
Mom: "You're in the Emergency Room. You ran your bike out in front of a car on the service road (Long Island Expressway)."
me: "What's in my hair?"
Mom: "Glass from the windshield... I think I've got most of it out."
me: "Can I go to sleep?"
Mom: "No, the doctor said that wouldn't be a good idea."
me: "Okay."
Mom: "You'll be all right."
I still live real near the city, but drag my kids into the woods every chance I get. Your story will help me to remember to be a bit more tender when they try to eat yellow snow, pick three-leaved lillies-of-the-valley, or drink from the stream.
Thanks,
Jack
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