#19........in 10th grade, we had to read "Lord of the Flies" at school.
As usual, the brutal chapter reporting and over-analysis made the classic intolerable for most of us....but bits of it stuck in our heads; especially the boys.
My friends and I spent weekends running around the canals of the Indian River Lagoon........and at any given time one of the "islands" that was the result of cutting canals through mangrove swamp was being "developed" for housing......usually high end gated communities built by filling in oyster beds and pulverizing osprey nests. They'd knock down all the trees, drain the island.......essentially kill everything and then import "nice" flora.
We'd paddle canoes over to the islands and play
Once we found a giant sinkhole full of BLACK tarry mud. I don't know why it was there........something construction related I guess.
We all stripped down (some naked) and rolled in the mud...........then we ran amok on the island, threatening passing boats with sticks hurled like spears and guttural warnings.
Eventually we got bored and set what was left of the island on fire.
It's fun to behave like a aborigine.
