Bogs in adolescence


We were talking about bogs…and I had a flashback to a fall week-end afternoon behind the undeveloped lot between the local shopping centre (now a Home Depot) when climbing up the banks from the gutter, my shoe got caught in the mud. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry standing at the top of the mound, on the grass standing on one foot with my now brown-speckled sock. It’s a nice memory and it’s not the first time it’s revisited. I look forward to encountering it again.


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