And now that I can look at it without crying, I see more than the tree and what being up in its branches meant to me.
I see the day that my view of things around me started changing.
Bryce: Brawk-Brawk-Brawk! Eggs scare me. Chickens, too.
And buddy, you can laugh at that all you want, but I’m being dead serious here.
It started in the sixth grade with eggs. And a snake. And the Baker brothers.
The Baker brothers’ names are Matt and Mike, but even now I can’t tell you which one’s which. You never see one without the other.
And even though they’re not twins, they do look and sound pretty much the same,
and they’re both in Lynetta’s class, so maybe one of them got held back.
Although I can’t exactly see a teacher voluntarily having either of those maniacs two years in a row.
Regardless, Matt and Mike are the ones who taught me that snakes eat eggs.
And when I say they eat eggs, I’m talking they eat them raw and shell-on whole.
I probably would’ve gone my entire life without this little bit of reptilian trivia if it hadn’t been for Lynetta.
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