a lesson about swamps for tables in 35 parts

I remember being a child and stomping about in the forest in wellies and seeing this giant arch of ivy (some tree bent over, maybe, opportunistic climbing invasive species) and the sun filtered through it. I remember thinking "this is the child-magic experience you are supposed to have as a child and I am going to remember this forever". Intentionally standing there for what felt like ages to stare at it and soak in whatever the magic was, desperate to receive.