Down the Winding Dirt Road I Walked

The day a small child with big dreams went adventuring out

Sally Prag
The Memoirist
Published in
4 min readApr 4, 2024

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The dirt road, captured in a painting by my mother. Property of the author.

Everyone was hiding from the heat of the afternoon Kenyan sun, from its blazing, burning rays; the snakes in the undergrowth, the frogs in the long grasses, and my family in the house I’d just walked from.

Everyone, that is, but me.

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Sally Prag
The Memoirist

Wilfully niche-less, playfully word-weaving. Rethinking life through my words. Sometimes too seriously, sometimes not seriously enough.