hero's journey

It’s an Ohio town of fox hunts and horse polo, white-washed colonial houses with black shutters and spring time festivals. A river runs through, gushing over water falls, orange leaves floating along in the brisk autumn air. Wild turkeys and white tail deer mingle with the upper-middle class in dew-dropped green fields with morning fog hanging in the trees. Sprained ankles on soccer fields, white socks turned red from softball dirt, squeaky notes in the Clarinet and a 3.85 GPA created my K-8 Kenston School District days.