We went camping earlier this month, so we still have tents and shady sites on our minds (and marshmallows and Jiffy Pop in our cupboard).
Camping is fun when you have a house to come home to.
En route to various summer funspots, we pass some homeless encampments, which have not escaped my daughters' attention.
On a recent excursion, four-year-old piped up, "Mom, LOOK! People are camping over there!"
"I think those are people who don't have houses, honey."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, not everybody has a job, or money, or a house, or a car..."
Long silence and deep thinking.
"Maybe not, Mom. Maybe it's just a really nice spot."
Under the freeway overpass.
I want to hug up and hold tight to that youthful innocence and optimism.
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