Another hilarious story from Linda Bethea.
Illustration by Kathleen Holdaway Swain
I entered the Land of Enchantment when I passed through that gate. Shrubs had entangled and obliterated the tangled yard fence. An amazement of possibilities greeted me. Hounds and a few chickens lounged on the drooping porch. A long-abandoned truck rested on blocks. Old tires, stacks of lumber, pots and pans, and broken toys littered the dirt yard. The hounds had dug dozens of holes, which the kids had expanded. A few wild children were whooping with joy, slinging missiles of Chinaberries at each other. I never wanted to leave. Mrs. Awful disappeared into the house while we set about entertaining ourselves, a perfect system.
At four, I was not concerned about social order, so I made my way to the doorless truck, shoving a hound off the battered seat so I could drive, my…
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