Yesterday, we went to the park. We perused a picnic table laden with free books and fished out The Story of Columbus. We took him for a walk. As I explained who Columbus was and what exploring meant, we struck out on an adventure of our own. Our path was paved, but the stops were not. With each new page, our expedition leader discovered a new spot to dwell and take in the words until the next page turn. Then we were off with new points to plot, our course set, until our brave commander announced, "I don't want to be an explorer anymore." So she hitched a ride atop the back of a new vessel (her brother's stroller) and rode in steady to the playground and the treasures that awaited.