I love seeing children in trees. I still remember when the sight of a tree evoked an irresistible urge to climb it - an urge so pointless (unless there is fruit to be stolen or a kite to be released) the activity must rank high in the pantheon of pure fun.
Summer days when I was a child meant home-made popsicles on the front porch, a slow moving sprinkler on the lawn, bicycle rides to nowhere and climbing the old chestnut tree in the neighbors' back yard. Seeing these boys brings it all back in a rush.
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I love this picture Jo! Those street urchins are adorable.
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