I remember as a child moving several times, but with each move I would find some small sliver of space and claim it for my own. Whether it was a corner of a concrete courtyard, or deep in the forest under huge trees that folded their branches to the ground forming a hollow hut closest to their trunk, it was my space. Each space was limited in comparison to what children have to play with today, but rich in natural resources to use in the exercise and wanderings of my imagination. I could be both a lost orphan scavenging for food or an Indian Princess giving orders and regaling the wildlife with her beauty and bravery.

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