I loved to play among the icy wonderland of the canal in winter. I spent the hours from stepping off the school bus until dark, creating frozen imaginary worlds. My nose runny, fingers numb, I squatted in the bottom of the ditch, protected from the fierce wind- outside and in The House- in a world of my own.
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I love this one. So few words to create such a specific feeling. 👌