It makes be glad to have been born long enough ago to have a childhood in which foraging was normal, berries to avoid taught by my mother and long hours playing outdoors in the wild areas that still existed on the outskirts of Portsmouth encouraged. We went camping in the New Forest and other wooded parts of Hampshire and Sussex and as a teenager cycle camped solo all round Southern England when it was still villages in the country rather than islands of farmland in the midst of suburbia.
However, my grandchildren although kept on a tighter rein than I was get taken away to spend time in the country and are encouraged to do many of the things I used to do albeit under closer supervision.
My daughter-in-law, encouraging observation or nature while out foraging, was showing my grandson a lady bird on the palm of her hand. Granddaughter, never wanting to miss out on anything going, picks up live ladybird and pops it in her mouth! No harm done, except to ladybird, although grandaughter has been a bit picky about her food since.
However, my grandchildren although kept on a tighter rein than I was get taken away to spend time in the country and are encouraged to do many of the things I used to do albeit under closer supervision.
My daughter-in-law, encouraging observation or nature while out foraging, was showing my grandson a lady bird on the palm of her hand. Granddaughter, never wanting to miss out on anything going, picks up live ladybird and pops it in her mouth! No harm done, except to ladybird, although grandaughter has been a bit picky about her food since.