To be able to just go off and explore investigating whatever held your attention was something that was uppermost in my mind with the limits we had of just woodland and unstructured play areas to do ours in, that to be was the spirit of boyhood in its rustic ruggedness.
Civilization is not a bad thing, far from it but an excess of social control that puts being as clean as a tailors dummy, that disallows the vibrant and natural aggression of boys crushes the spirit running contrary to what a boy is and feels.
He's not decorative nor genteel but lively and assertive and he learns his limits though rough play and not by denial of his masculine core.
For me at that time, this book was very much an affirmation of being.
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