Hiking With Kids: A Pure and Joyous Delight
How sobering it is to be around children, with their honest thoughts, animated expressions, and unadulterated spirits
It was my first time hiking with kids. The youngest one kept going before everyone else, skipping on rocks and branches like in a minefield game. She gave me a coy, bubbly smile whenever I asked if she wanted gummies. I would try to help her down big, slippery rocks, but she refused to take my hand, as if doing so meant she had to depend on adults to get going. Her name is Narra.
The little boy roamed around freely along the road in front of our homestay. We watched the sunset that afternoon. Half a day later, with only three hours of sleep, he protested as we briskly made our way to a peak to catch the sunrise. “Just take pictures here, it’s the same sun anyway!” And when the adults wouldn’t listen, he decided to sleep in the middle of the grassy trail. His name is Leon.
