There was a forest, part of the state park just down PA 390 from where I was living in high school, I'd go past it every day on the bus, not even considering what it meant for me as a part of the whole of my daily experience.
Then a freak tornado flattened it when I was a junior or senior. (correction - sophomore. Memory plays strange tricks.) The ride to school the next morning was utterly harrowing, and I've never been able to go past those acres without being utterly weirded out, walking over a grave of my own younger days.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2011-10-14 01:49 pm (UTC)Then a freak tornado flattened it when I was a junior or senior. (correction - sophomore. Memory plays strange tricks.) The ride to school the next morning was utterly harrowing, and I've never been able to go past those acres without being utterly weirded out, walking over a grave of my own younger days.