November 23, 2008
I know it had a proper name, but we called it cutty grass, it sliced our bare legs, as we ran through it. There was two ways of getting to the pond; the cutty grass way, or the long way. The long way was usually reserved for the homeward trip. That's when we dragged our feet, knowing we'd have to go to bed when we got back. The few times we had gone home the cutty grass way, it was unbearable having the sheets on our legs. On the way there, we had the cool pond water waiting for us.