Just a few yards from where I lived In 1963 or ’64 there was an abandoned school house. Far enough away to be safe from the prying eyes of adults if we were careful, but close enough that we kids had to keep our exuberance under control. The lot was fenced along three sides, but the front was open and there were gaps in the fence along the back of the lot allowing easy access to small bodies. The lot was overgrown with tall grasses and weeds that were almost as tall as I was by the end of August.
The building itself was yellow brick, and had been Continue reading
