Saturday, October 02, 2004

My Turtle

   One summer, when I was about twelve, I caught a turtle while exploring our neighborhood wilderness area, Shingle Creek. I brought it home, and made a little pen for it, gave it some lettuce and gave it a name. My parents were less than thrilled. They made me keep it in the garage. When I went to check on it the next day the top of the pen was opened and my new pet was gone. Whether it had made its escape on its own or was "helped out", either way I was devasted. I cried for hours. I felt such an emptyness, such a longing, I was inconsolable.

   That fall, when I started junior high, I found what I had been looking for. Her name was Deborah. Deborah was not a turtle.

By Professor Batty



3 Comments:

Blogger Comica said...

I myself once had a turtle. It was a beautiful relationship while it lasted. I'll never get those four minutes back again!


Blogger lab munkay said...

I caught me a duck once in Shingle Creek. He was only after my bread crumbs.


Blogger Professor Batty said...

...Munkay, our lives keep overlapping...

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