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More random memories of Childhood4/13/2023 During one of my walks across the snowy farm fields behind the high school property as a teenager, I witnessed something new: a ring around the moon. One of my friends and I had trekked through the shin-deep snow for half the distance across the fields to the highway before we halted and took notice of the moon. We gazed in awe at the ring of misty ice particles that radiated a silver-white glow in the full moon light. Although I cannot remember with whom I was walking, the image of that beautiful lunar ring has stayed with me since.
On another occasion, a friend and I ventured out from the road that passed by Heirloom's factory, seeking a sledding hill on the corner of Bruce Road 9 and Side Road 30. Our mission, however, was not just sledding for fun. I had crafted a small flag from a wooden stake and a rag, likely made from an old t-shirt, and we were on a mission. Our goal was to explore and lay claim to a distant mountain. The "mountain" was a steep pile of gravel located in the middle of a gravel pit. We found it challenging to climb due to its height of over five meters, but eventually, we reached the summit and drove the flagpole into the frozen ground. Upon our descent, we discovered large piles of recycling dumped in one of the corners of the gravel pit. It was an odd sight, given how far it was from town and not close to any recycling facility. However, we did not pay much attention to it and left after our successful exploration. It was only a couple of weeks later that we learned, via the newspaper, that the local recycling collection company faced hefty fines for fraud and illegal dumping. The recyclables were contaminated and rusted, so they had to be dumped in a landfill. This discovery prompted me to question the effectiveness of recycling, which eventually led me to learn about its fraudulent nature, confirmed by revelations decades later. During my high school years, I made extra cash by cutting lawns for three of my neighbors' properties. I charged $10-15 per lawn and used their mowers, which helped me to establish a successful side business. One day, while cutting a teacher's lawn, I found a black and white cat that I thought belonged to her. Believing that I was helping, I picked up the cat and carried it a few houses down the street to what I believed was its rightful home. When the door opened, the teacher laughed and told me that the cat was not hers. I had unknowingly committed catnapping. From that point forward, I never "rescued" any strays again, understanding the risk that any cat could belong to someone else. I realized that I was one of "those" people who, these days, may be seen on TikTok, thinking that they are "helping" when, in reality, they are committing theft.
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