my best summer
Was three months I spent on a small farm in Oregon when I was ten. Us kids did lots of unsupervised excursions into woods and meadows, threw rocks, milked a cow, rode go carts, climbed trees, organized a circus [it was a very small circus but I was in charge of costumes and trapeze stunts so it worked for me and also amazingly nobody died and those were real trapeze stunts], went crawdad hunting, churned butter, built interesting Lego contraptions, and I almost got eaten by surly pigs —
I was telling that story once, just like that, and Kitty said, Almost got eaten by surly pigs? I knew you didn’t get out of there unscathed.
Like I have ever gotten out of anywhere unscathed.
But it was sure a good summer.