The sky was still ink black where we were in South Africa. My son Ben and I grabbed our flashlights, lighting our way along the walking path to the main building at the lodge where we were staying, ready for our last game drive with ranger Dion and tracker Bongi.
We were nervous after hearing a lion roaring outside our window the night before. We were watching for the little thief monkeys along the path who loved to jump out and scare us, hoping we might drop any food we carried. We were giggling and excited and happy, just plain happy.
We were, for the first time in our lives, adults together. And children together. Equals together. Because…
