We spent all of our summers in a lazy, humid town in Wisconsin. It was considered large for Wisconsin, but was decidedly rural with respects to urban standards. The summers that I spent there were so long that I seemingly aged into adulthood with every passing day. But it was not just myself experiencing these feelings alone, just about everybody in the vicinity had children at, or around my age. The most important being my …
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…and dirt was caked over every inch of my body. We all ran into the sewer and huddled together in the middle like cold monkeys. With the shielding that it provided, we felt safe from the malicious farmer, especially since we were nestled underneath the street. It was there that we stayed for at least an hour listening intently for the growling of the combine to fill our ears with the deafening sounds of pursuit.