It was a typical fall morning in Inlet with the cool air mixing with the foggy mist rolling off the Fulton Chain.
When I arrived at school that morning the grass on the school grounds was wet and blanketed with leaves.
By the time my fourth grade classmates and I headed out for lunch recess the ground had dried and the fallen bounty crunched beneath our feet.
We cleared trails by scuffing our feet in the leaves around the entire hillside and lower portions of the play area behind our little schoolhouse.
Within the giant maze we engaged in a game of tag.
The air was filled with laughter and our cries of fouls as we baited our captures inside the maze.
We were saddened when we heard the little hand held bell ring—our signal that recess had come to an end. Continue reading