I’m Still Mad My Parents Sold My Childhood Home

My playground and my first laboratory

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I roamed the acre-and-a-half of prairie that was my home more thoroughly than I did my own body. For the longest time, anyway.

My yard was my playground and my first laboratory. It gave me freedom to stretch my lanky limbs. It was solid and safe and ever-changing in the schizophrenic…