The Boring Subdivision

I sort of lied. A fifteen minute walk from my boring subdivision was a state forest. It looked a lot like this in the spring. We captured hibernating turtles and sold them around the neighborhood. A friend I went bow hunting and came back with squirrel. I built a tree house out in the middle of no where where no one but me went and spent hours out there one summer reading Edgar Rice Burroughs. There was a tree nursery in the opposite direction that had a wild duck pond. A half hour walk took you down to Griffy Lake.