Stories Related to Youth
As a child my city neighborhood was a mysterious playground full of shadowy, beckoning adventures. “The Hollow” with its monkey vine infested woods and minnow stream, the small dark, woody spur of Leakin Park inhabited no doubt by child-stealers, and, of course, the prerequisite witch who lived at the end of my block.
The mystery, however, was not limited to my neighborhood alone. Given the freedom to ride.... [Read more about why I found my environs to be mysterious.]
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