07 march 2022
Got inspired to write a reflection on part of my childhood, the part involving building bridges and ad hoc dams in creeks, creating complex traps and huts in the woods, dragging abandoned bathtubs across an open field (because we were sure we'd find a use for it) and constantly trying to escape construction sites approaching from all directions. Classic child against the city. Got inspired partly by vilmibm's piece about the swamp: https://tilde.town/~vilmibm/swamp/
And I'd like to think about parts of my life I rarely think about anymore. Memories still very vivid, and probably so for a reason. Many other parts of my childhood are lost, forgotten, or just a blur, but this I see clearly.