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| The Ridge |
Also behind our house, just beyond the limits of our property, was a ridge. The crest sloped downward on both sides. One side sloped down and met our property line. I never knew what the other side looked like. I was told that I was never to enter the treeline, and under no circumstances was I to go near the ridge. Severe punishment would be administered if I disobeyed, and death might occur if I got too close to the ridge. I agreed, naturally, to all the rules that my parents set forth.
The summer began a little differently for me. Whereas I had previously been dropped off early at a day care center, I was able to sleep until I got ready to get out of bed. I enjoyed those first weeks of summer. I experienced freedom for the first time.
In time, my boredom and curiosity got the better of me. Slowly, I began to venture into the forests behind our house. I even crept across the road onto private property, where I continued exploring the woods. Eventually, I got bored with this, too.
I decided to walk through our woods and go back to the ridge. This I did, and I was surprised by what I saw: Nothing. There was nothing that looked particularly dangerous or life-threatening. I thought that maybe Mom and Dad were just trying to scare me with the stories of bears and possibly falling down the ridge.
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