October 13, 2008
An hour or two ago my 3 year old and I were walking down a dark and narrow road in Yosemite National Park at night under an almost full moon.
him: Is this a garden or a park or a forest?
me: It's a forest, but it's also a National Park.
him: It took a very very long time to plant all these trees. The trees are big and old.
him: When we sleep in the forest will bears come and try to eat us?
him: If we see a bear will you hold me very very tight.
him: This is a very very big park. In Brooklyn the parks are very small.
me: Yes indeed.
him: And there are no bears in Brooklyn.
me: No. Not any more.
him: That's sad.
him: Can I plant a tree when we go home? Maybe a lot of them?
me: Let's plant lots of them