NY Jeff, your story reminds me of playing on my grandads farm, out of melbourne. cousin and i spent hours building a low level "village" out of the plentiful moss we found near the road edges in the bush. can still clearly see it.
talked with a neighbour (filipina) yesterday about our topic and she commented that the love was constant, always being held by mum, an aunt or someone. a strong feeling of being wanted.===========zb