There was a wood behind our home when I was growing up. Used to go searching from morning till night, came back filthy dirty with arms full of daffodils, bluebells and primroses. I was about 8 years old, not a care in the world, and there was so much to seek and explore. If I wasn't in the wood, I was on my bike, riding around for miles. Most of the time had no idea where I was, but always managed to find my way back home. I don't seem to have changed much.
Hope your sister and niece are both O.K. This too will pass. Take care.
