Whenever I get a chance, I take my 11-year old son, Ian, to the Lake Jackson Indian Mounds here in Tallahassee, Florida. This is my own personal refuge from the “real” world. When I was little, our mom used to take us there for picnics. I’ve been taking Ian ever since he could walk. There’s nothing more soothing than walking in the woods, hearing nothing but birds chirping, squirrels scampering up the trees, leaves falling, and the gentle rhythm of the creek water running. Ahhhhhhhh. Serenity!