A walk down the trail with neighbor friends, on the evening of the longest day of the year.
The kids call this little inlet of the creek "the hideout." You have to scramble down a lot of rocks to get there. Today the mud was like pudding, but more slick.
Only one little casualty, and a small amount of blood.
It must be someone else's hideout too, because there is a tipi.
Still working on the hair situation.
Freedom!
Happy Summer Solstice, Charlie!
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