As a child, I was ever-intrigued by the whisper of ghostly secrets from our upstairs attic and shout of adventure from a realm of field and forest I regarded as my backyard. The simplicity of childhood has changed since those days and as parents we tend to shield our kids from the unknown. There is a place, however, where I can take my son and feel safe in the knowledge that he shares a slice of discovery cut from the fabric of my own childhood curiosity.
Florida’s Historic Coast holds that promise of discovery with its vast array of historic and natural treasures. On a recent stopover I reminisced about our first visit together, when Aaron was only 4. We stayed at the edge of St. Augustine’s historic district, from where we could walk to the sightseeing train station and hop aboard for a bell-ringer tour. In his pre-schooler’s excitement to graduate from day care to kindergarten, he was fascinated by the Oldest Wooden School House in the USA, where a robotic schoolmaster taught lessons on colonial education.