Childhood reflections with a touch of grace: Where the good stuff happens

I spent much of my childhood hunting the small stuff. Lizards, insects and roly poly bugs were often at the top of my pursuits in the wilds of my front yard. Occasionally, I would venture to set my BB gun sites on the power lines near my home, since they were a frequent gathering place for birds of all types. While I had a measure of success with those early adventures, hunting didn’t catch my interest again until my forties rolled into view. Had it not been for back issues that began assau