It takes a village to raise a child

Although growing up in the village was certainly tough, as children we certainly had our fun. At times I am amazed that I am still alive when I think of the crazy, bold things that we did for "fun". I am often telling my boyfriend of some of the things we thought up when we were bored and he always says that explains why I am the way that I am.
Some days, I watch people's children playing outside here in the big city and I feel sorry for them. They are limited in what they can do and where they can go. In my home town our "backyard" was endless. We were free to come and go as we pleased. We could play where ever we chose. We did not need constant supervision. The town being so small everyone watched everyone Else's children. With spring fast approaching I was reminiscing on a game we played as children, that scares the daylights out of me to think about now. We had a game called "ice hopping".
Our village lays right alongside a wide river. During the spring, the ice breaks apart and flows right through the village. It flows FAST!! My brother's and I were not allowed near the river, but that never stopped us. (Although my brother told on me every time he got mad at me.) This game of ice hopping I suppose is in a way comparable to "chicken". This game consisted of a group of kids that would hop across the moving ice, from ice chunk to ice chunk seeing how far we could go. I look back on that game and shake my head in disbelief. But man, what fun we had doing this! The adrenaline rush, the excitement. The sound of the ice moving across the Yukon river is indescribable. The smell of spring in the air. I know that capturing the moment of it in writing is impossible. This is an experience one would have to do and see to fully understand the game of "ice hopping".