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Sometimes it isn't how far you go, but how you go far. . . or something like that. William Jr. was out at the farm a while back. It was his first overnight stay in quite a while. William has not been out much in the world. He's got. . . well, let's just say he's got issues and let it go at that. Anyhow, we were out taking a hike and we got to the clearing and a little ways beyond was a fence and beyond that was a pasture.
"Go ahead and walk out into the grass," I said. "Okay, Dad." said William. "Now what?" "You're in your back yard now son, you can walk home from here." I said. "But. . ." "Don't be afraid, son." I said. You stay in the grass, and you'll be just fine." "Are you sure?" asked William. "I can't see the house from here."
And so my eldest son walked out into his 40 acres of "backyard" and walked back to the farm. As he went, he stopped looking back. He got a spring in his step and started using the staff for what it was there for. It was still a half mile back to the house, but he had several twists and bends to cover through the narrow pasture before he would see the house. He's turned seventeen now. His life is mostly filled with computer games and girls. But he mentions the farm often and says he wants to go back and do some more exploring maybe some camping. When you've been places in the world where you were not only the first man, but probably the first living vertebrate to tread, it's hard to see your namesake so tied down. However, I will tell you that my heart soared when when I saw William grab his staff firmly and strike off into the Unknown-- even when it's just a back corner of a pasture. Everyone says this shot looks just like me from the back.
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