watched the play on the edge of my seat the entire time. I was glad that it was dark in the gym because I was fighting back tears quite often. I loved that play and it's my all time favorite. However, I didn't like the ending of the story, be­cause you would have to wait another 100 years for Brigadoon to reappear. The play touched me because it talked about simpler times and go­ing back into your past. I remember all of the things my Dad taught me about the out­doors. I had my own little Brigadoon every time I went to the trout stream. It was where my Dad seemed the hap­piest and I could imagine him being with me on every outing. He had identified every wildflower for me and had shown me the magic of the outdoors. All of the smells and sounds of the outdoors take me back. I can still see him smile when he showed me the Impatiens balsamina wildflower. My face must have showed astonishment and awe when he had me touch that orange, odd looking flower. I can remember him making sure that I was really close so I could see the flower, and the pod area exploded and shot seeds raining down on me. I can't go by a " touch- me- not" flower in the fall without getting close to it; I see my father's smile each time I touch those magi­cal flowers. Many children become bitter and lose their path when their father or mother dies when they are young. I chose to embrace and remember all of the won­ders of the outdoors and see my father in each outing, in the wildflowers, and every aspect of the outdoors in my own and very private Brigadoon. Click here to contact Len Harris

He had identified every wildflower for me and had shown me the magic of the outdoors.