Report, if you have a problem with this page“ As we grow older, we forget how near to the ground we once were. I do not mean merely because our heads were lower down than they are now, though of course that comes into it; but near in the sense of kinship. A small child is aware of the sights and smells and textures of the ground with an acute awareness that we lose in growing up. ”
Rosemary Sutcliff
From : Blue Remembered Hills: A Recollection
