Everything in this world seems to take so much…
For nearly thirty years, my parents and all of the other home owners on our street had something that none of the other homeowners in our neighborhood did; a massive backyard. Okay, so the backyard wasn’t actually bigger than those belonging to all the other neighbors, but our backyard backed up to an incredible field.
For the residents along our street, there was this peaceful illusion – at least from the back porch – of living a little ways out of the suburbs.
Cows ambled along the fence line each night, the coyotes’ howl could be heard just beyond the bushes, snakes and other meadow creatures traveled unseen, lending it an air of adventure and danger.
This field -known as The Back Field – was a field of dreams, in a sense.
When we were young, this field – while still referred to as the Tall Weeds before they mowed…
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