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Boyhood Adventure
Boy In A Boat :: Keith

I’d give away ten years for one good look at me as a boy, sitting in that rowboat with my grandma and brother, the green paint faded and peeling, all of us dangling our poles over the edge into water so clear you could watch the nightcrawler wiggling on the hook just inches from the bottom of the lake, while the bluegills circled, curious, getting closer and slower with each successive pass until finally one would bite and that red and white bobber would dance like mad, popping in and out of the water, the ripples breaking the reflection of a clear blue Minnesota sky.

    TAGS:  boats, boyhood adventure, rivers, melancholy, rowing boat, nightcrawler


Grumpy Turtle :: Keith

Timmy never did understand why the turtle was so grumpy in the morning.

    TAGS:  animals, Timmy, turtles, boyhood adventure, grumpy, pets


 

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