I truly don’t know if I’d love camping as much as I do if my father hadn’t taken me. Maybe I’d have naturally enjoyed it just as much if I’d gone for the first time when I was 30, who knows? But I enjoy it immensely now, and every time I set foot in the wilds I think of him.
Yesterday I took all three of my children on an overnight camping trip. Our first one all together. They loved it as much as I did – as much as I do, still. They asked me if we could go again soon, and if we could go more often, and when the next time we could go was.
I don’t know the long-term effects of my choices or my actions. No one can know such things. But now, in this moment, my family is good, and I am with them, and I love them so.
The Opportunity Machine 