She knew the land in the way a child knows the land, with an intimacy and fantasy few adults have ever managed. She knew where the sycamores had been hollowed out by lightning and become secret hideouts. She knew where the mushrooms were likeliest to raise their pale heads in fairy rings, and where fool's gold shimmered below the surface of the creek.
— The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow (15%)
It me! Iām one of those few adults, and mostly only cause I do this with me kids š