It was fun living life on the suburbs. I can still remember my walks home via country roads or fields. I walked alone. I started as early as six year old when I started to attend senior kindergarten.
Lucky me I was on the second school shift. That meant that I didn't have to go to school sometimes not even until 11 am. I was allowed to sleep in and I think I was sleeping in because I cannot remember anything about me waking up during my elementary school days.
I know, I know the story about the killer geese.
Well, my neighbor grew geese for food. They fed them very well and they grew to be giant, always a dozen of them. Especially giant because I was not a big person then. These giant geese were let out on the street to graze on the grass on the side of the road.
They were not the happiest geese. They were grumpy geese and they were like dogs always trying to get me. They did not have babies to protect. Not sure what I was to them that whenever I appeared on the horizon they were getting ready to chase me.
Well just like I avoided bullies all my life I avoided geese too. I didn't confront them, there was no use. All I did I took different path. I had to face the dogs on that different path but that was rare. I got to see cows who did nothing just stared at me.
Eventually I got home one hour later not because it took that long to get home using my alternative path but because I was a collector. I collected leaves, grass and flowers and anything that caught my eye.