Some years back in Toronto when I was RE-Painting my Labyrinth in the Wading Pool in the middle of Christie Pits Park, a father of two young boys was surprised to finally meet me.
He had a seven year old and a four year old.
His then four year old had learned to walk by using the lanes of my Labyrinth.
His older brother, who was all of three years old at the time, would spend an hour by himself walking and re-walking and re-walking the Labyrinth.
That hour of parent-free direct attention allowed the dad to focus on his youngest, helping his toddler to learn to walk.
The father told me that they as a family had been walking the Labyrinth almost everyday that they could for the past four years.
I was speechless. I became unusually self-conscious as the Father wanted to snap a photograph of me standing with paintbrush in the Labyrinth.
It was one of the most profound moments during my journey in my City of Labyrinths Project.
