To a very young child outdoor adventure means running. Running and throwing stones.  Running, throwing stones, & crushing leaves between your fingers. Adventure is the sound of the wind rushing through dry old oak leaves dancing high above your head.  Adventure is watching a jet silently race across a deep blue autumn sky. To a child, adventure is simply doing something else.  Something fun.  Adventure is thinking about things you’ve never thought about before.  Adventure is belly laughter on a very bumpy road. Adventure is always part of your day. Adventure begins pretty much wherever you happen to be.  Sometimes, it’s worth remembering.