If you wonder what it’s like growing up the son of Peter Pan, just ask one of my four boys.

Here a few of them on a typical day, walking on the “road” just above our house.They stop and look at bugs, fight villains, and in general are the recipients of good healthy playing.

It’s my personal belief that a kid will be happy with a stick and a mud puddle. When my children covet that “Super Convivial Stadium Playhouse” set at the local store, I remind them that the great outdoors is a lot bigger than that contraption.

Those playplaces are for city kids with a fenced in yard. Poor things.

Now, what’s that ticking sound I hear?