I had no epiphany but I did spend a lot of time out-of-doors, playing in the woods, and hemlock groves in the Allegheny Mountains of Pennsylvania, and along the streams and rivers of the area. I later learned that there were names for what I’d experienced. E. O. Wilson calls it “biophilia,” Albert Schweitzer called it “reverence,” Rachel Carson called it “a sense of wonder.” But by any name it is the sense of belonging in nature and particularly in one’s place. I think everyone has that feeling to one degree or another. But it requires opportunity and the right circumstances to flourish, very much as described by Richard Louv’s book, Last Child in the Woods. And it begins early in life in the experience of nature mediated by perceptive and caring adults to validate the child’s fascination with bugs, animals, trees, rocks, plants, water, seasons, and landscapes.