Michael liked to recline on one elbow while his lovely wife arranged the sandwiches and the deviled eggs on paper plates; he like to watch his son toddle through the sunlight and shade as earnestly as if he were discovering the world. Well you’re getting the general idea, little buddy, he wanted to say. Part of it’s bright and part of it’s dark, and those big things over there are trees, and there’s nothing here that can ever hurt you. All you have to remember is not to go out beyond the edges of it, because everything is slippery rocks and mud and brambles out there, and you might see a snake and it might scare the shit out of you.
Young Hearts Crying by Richard Yates