The first time I took my children on a dig, they were 13 and 11. Usually, you don’t find many children on a dig because there are no facilities for them and they might be out-of-place. Nevertheless, I thought they might be old enough to enjoy the experience. Besides, the excavation camp was next to Kibbutz Lahav, where Jonathan, our eldest child, was born. Jonathan was a little apprehensive as the day approached; his sister Orly, however, was looking forward to it. Jonathan was afraid that he might get bored with the whole thing after two weeks, but Orly […]
