I almost never got to go outside as a toddler. At the age of 5 I finally got to go out in the backyard with my brothers. They had dug a little hole (which seemed big to me) I remember the feel and smell of the dirt. I was alive. This was exciting! Free at last. Ouch, my finger is burning. WHAT”S THAT RED THING! It’s an ant. Ow! Ow!
Tears welled up in my eyes. One of my brothers came and took my hand to to help. My foster mother frustrated at the interruption came and brought me back inside. There goes my moment of fun and freedom. Stupid ant. The ant died. Part of me did too. It was along time before I got to go outside again.
