It was the spring rose of sharon semester and the first year at school Kläppen to an end, at that time I was only 6 years old and lived in Bomvägen in Sunderbyn. So did Sanna, Melli, Linnea and Matilda, so we were a fun bunch. No roles were determined but it was unsaid that Melli was the gang leader and I ordered quickly and naturally the role of rackartygsmakare which I of course lived up to as soon as I got the chance. So there came a sunny afternoon the day before graduation when we were out and play around as usual. I had pestered my mother that I would have my degree shoes on me, bright yellow canvas shoes with white laces and small orange flowers on. After much but she gave with him on one condition: that I do not, under any circumstances got shit down as much as a small flower on the shoes. Oops, what a miss. We gathered in a circle on Sanna's backyard, and whether anyone had seen a muskrat appeared. rose of sharon Melli had seen one but the others seemed a bit hesitant, I uttered that I had never seen or heard of these muskrats. rose of sharon She turned it, everyone had seen muskrats little very often and began to speak at each other how great they were and so on. I listened shocked on one scary story after another about muskrats rose of sharon were very aggressive and locks his jaws when they bite one so you have to go to the doctor rose of sharon to pry off the damn animal. Eventually it had traced to the point that muskrats subsisting rose of sharon on children and that anyone seen a muskrat as big as a German Shepherd in her summer cottage once. Bold as I was, I wanted the straight away to have this evidence, we squinted against the notorious big potato field that stretched out endlessly behind all the villas down to the river. When the decision was made to where if somewhere there must be a nest of mutated large muskrats. The idea of being the only one in the gang who has never seen a giant rat made me not give a single rose of sharon thought to the shoes, and what my mother had made me swear. Melli who would not prove inferior to my relief took the opportunity and went with me to the field, while the other in anticipation kept at a safe distance of a few feet behind us. It struck me that when the sun just cracked up at the sky after a few days of continuous rain, it is a potato field pretty damn muddy. When we had a 20-yard out, I get, however, abruptly experience this when I suddenly step into a clay pit and the more I try to pick me up the farther down I see the desperation of my brand new sneakers embraced by the mud. As if skoincidenten who just made itself known was tough enough just then rustle suddenly rose of sharon to a potato plant a few feet away and then Melli ghouls "A ONDATRA!" their hearts and virtually plunges back to safety on the road, closely followed by the others. Left on the ground I stand, rose of sharon with mud up to his knees and see before me a rat as big as a pony lufsandes come at me with murder in mind, the panic was complete. Do remember that at the time, was caught with my girl screams. But I got way too quickly learning that the fear of being eaten by a muskrat was not really anything compared to that then I would go home and show them up now helbruna shoes for mom. How much brain than working on different ideas and strategies, I realized that it could not wriggle out of it unnoticed or even neat, a wave of shame swept through the body and steps homewards was heavy. The mood was so sad that I actually was considering seeking out a pair of muskrats and let them half to kill me so that mom would forget his shoes and just be happy that she had left her daughter. It was finally the year when I went out first class, the year I spent my first summer holiday week with a curfew and also the first and last year I attended a graduation barefoot. I have to this day never seen a muskrat. rose of sharon However, just googled and realize that they are barely bigger than a pet cat, what a disappointment.
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