All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.

When I was a child I had a dream… to be a shepherd. Something ignited by the goats and sheep coming down the hills behind our house on Carmel mountain. I loved the sounds of the bells and the calls of the Druze leading these herds. Going out there to the hills, at any season was an integral part of my childhood, and probably it is then when I fell in love with nature.

From the day I started seriously running, about 7 years ago, it was clear to me that going on a dirt road or a trail feels much better to me than urban-running. So I started exploring the area around our Kibbutz – the unbelievably beautiful Ramot Menahse bios-pheric region. As seasons changed, so did the running conditions. From deadly heat and humid summer to muddy trails, blowing winds, and horizontal rain. Pretty fast I realized that one of the parts I love the most is the water crossing of the running streams, and the running through thunderstorms.

Recently, during a nigh walk with my youngest son, we were caught by a thunderstorm, pouring rain and hail. Passing the first few minutes, to finally get fully wet, we both ran through the hail, with so much laughter and fun! thinking of these moments reminds me of a quote from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince: “All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.”