ABSTRACT
I grew up in Falcon Heights, Minnesota, a suburb then on the outer edge of the Twin Cities. There was a wood and open space behind our house, with plenty of room to roam. My friends and I climbed trees, dug tunnels, enacted battles, swung on rope swings, and played ball. We built go-carts, snow forts, and rafts to float in the marsh at the end of the street. My favorite time of year was early spring when the snow melt created large pools of cold clear water. We dug streams in the snow to drain the water and damns in the street to create lakes. Then we would breach the damns and enjoy watching the torrent of water racing toward the marsh.
