The rain stopped. It was unavoidably muddy, but we were bored and
it was too early to go home. I'll bet I was wearing those
shoes I was so attached to. The black leather ones with woven
shapes on the side that made me feel like a Lenni Lenape. They
felt like moccasins, surely, or nothing at all. They were special to me..
We took the cabin road, which was neat because we usually took Boulder
Trail. Even now, I could follow Boulder Trail with my eyes closed.
It follows part of the edge of the lake, and passes the rock that
was taller than daddy. You could climb in the tunnel underneath it,
and have daddy lift you on the top. It was another world up there,
with an eroded indent in the center, full of rain water.
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