On the other side of the fence there was a strip of field then a woods, then lots and lots of farmland. In the woods there was a huge tree that had been hit by lightning and it had created a throne type seat. It was my escape and where I read. I always climbed the fence alone. The other kids were to scared of the woods. That worked for me. Luckily the day I fell some of them were around and went and got my mother.
I went back to the woods as soon as I could.
BOR was my adult magical place. It was further out country. Hardly any traffic. I think about it everyday.
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