It's hard to say what drives a three year-old, but I think I had a sense that nature was my solace, and nature was a place in which there was beauty, in which there was order.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A three year old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm.
Nature was my kindergarten.
We have lost sight of nature's role in the whole process of maturation and growing up. Parents and nature are a team. And nature can't go on without the parental role of being able to foster individuality and viability unless the attachment needs are fully met.
All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child.
Everybody wants respect. In their own way, three-year-olds would like respect, and acknowledgment, in their terms.
A child from the age of 2 or 3 absorbs what is in the environment and what generates hatred for anyone perceived to be different.
Whenever you want something that you're not going to get, suddenly the whiney 3-year-old comes out in you.
I have no hostility to nature, but a child's love to it. I expand and live in the warm day like corn and melons.
I just really dig feeling subservient to nature. It brings me a peace and calm. Kind of like a Faustian thing, I think.
As a child, I was consumed with a near-obsessive curiosity about what the world felt like for other creatures.
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