I grew up in New England.
People had lived underneath Big Blue Hill or Massachusett for hundreds of years.
Behind my house on the South Shore was a small woods. Old mounds rose from the dirt. Tipping pits filled with trash from the 1800s and further back into time.
Some Indian.
Some colonial.
History.
We were 9 year-old boys.
We smashed every bottle knowing no one knows nothing about country ways better than a nine year old boy.
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