A couple weeks ago, I decided to take them out, let them lead me, and I was going to document it. I told Ayden to lead the way, tell me when to stop the car, when to take a picture, and what to take a picture of. It was fascinating to see what caught his eye the most. It wasn't places you would typically think people would be drawn to. He took us to old buildings, under bridges, gravel roads, fences. He saw the joy and beauty in these places that some people would shun away. A huge lesson for us adults!!
"There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends."