Living in rural Pennsylvania as kiddos, my siblings and I partook in a never-ending selection of geographically appropriate past times. Building forest forts. Pissing off bees. Chasing fireflies. Mad dashes through puddles in our Radio Flyer. But one of my very favorites was snow angels. I’d lay on my back and stare up at the […]
1987. Sandy Lake, Pennsylvania. Our basement. And Guns ‘n’ Roses plays while my brother, sister, and I rock out. My brother was always Axl. Because, well, he was the oldest and that’s just the way it was. Enjoy.
When you sit in the bed of a Radio Flyer wagon and pull the handle back toward yourself, it becomes a steering wheel.
I took off as soon as the black cloud of bees shot out of the ground and came flying up around me.
We used to run through our yard in the dark trying desperately to catch fireflies in our hands. Floating yellow beacons against a black night that drew us to them. We’d run after them, gently catch them between our palms, and leave just enough open space to peek through our fingers and watch them light […]