My recent photo reminds me of the opening lines of a favorite poem:
Backward, turn backward, o time in your flight, make me a child again, just for tonight.
As summer approaches, I’m reminded of my Philly boys’ orphanage years way back when. After strict discipline throughout the school months, we relaxed during summers in our Pocono Mountains camp. Fun activities included fishing, canoe paddling, swimming, hikes, lakes, waterfalls and of course, tree climbing.