Showing posts with label copperheads. Show all posts
Showing posts with label copperheads. Show all posts

Friday, June 14, 2013

Innocence, Pt. 1: Copperheads

Innocence is a topic that's very precious to me, especially at this time in my life as I'm transitioning into adulthood, so I thought I'd string some thoughts together, partly for my own benefit, partly for yours. Enjoy!

If you know me, you'll know how much I've always longed to be a hobbit. I love the feel of grass between my toes (which aren't hairy; I promise), and I go barefoot as often as I can, but as a native of Georgia's piedmont region, that means not very often at all. Lurking in the tall grass, behind any bush, underneath any ivy patch, there's bound to be a snake (At least, that's what my mum has been telling me). Not only that, but ever since The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, there's been an unspoken rule that every child, especially one from the South, should get to visit in a "swimming hole" at least once, but of course nearly every pond and creek and lake in Georgia happens to be infested with cottonmouths. Needless to say, I'm very resentful towards snakes for robbing me of two of childhood's greatest pleasures.