Plantago (26 JUN 2011)

While we were perched in the willow tree during school lunch-break, my companions would etch their sweethearts' names into the bark; I would etch "Sammy".  I loved him/her, but I was afraid at the same time. Returning home from school, I would don my wellington boots and run around the garden in a distressed state, chased by Sammy who couldn't resist jumping up and scratching my knees in its