The Losting Hill: Wisdom from Sam as interpreted by Marmee who is not all that wise.

In January we visited Marmee and Pops. He gave me a ball that twinkled when it bounced, and it bounced as high as his head.
In September, Mommy’s cousins came to play. I showed my ball to Jackson. It was grey now. It didn’t twinkle. It couldn’t even bounce into Brother’s stroller. But it rolled back fast when I threw it far, far up the driveway. We took turns. We did it again and again.
Then I threw it far, as far as I could, into the woods.
Daddy carried me over the stone wall. Here’s where I think it landed, he said. The bushes are too high. Their burrs are too sharp. The ball is lost he said.
Mommy said maybe we’ll find it in the fall when the leaves were gone.
The leaves were on the ground when Marmee came. She followed me over the rocks to look. We pushed the leaves with our feet. We did not see the ball.
Marmee said I think a squirrel thought it was a nut and brought it to her nest for the winter.
Mommy said I will get a new one when we visit Pops again.
We went to Jackson’s for Thanksgiving. We climbed up a big, big hill. We went on a sled faster than my ball could ever roll. We landed in a pile of leaves. We did it again and again.
When we got home I walked to the stone wall.
“Don’t throw things down there.” I said to Mommy and Daddy and Baby Brother.
“That is the Losting Hill.
Things don’t come back.
I sad.”