by John Golden
NP Columnist

Ah finally, spring is here and nicer weather is stubbornly and nonchalantly approaching. When I stop and think about sunshine, green grass, and dandelions, I am instantly taken back to my childhood and my days spent on my dad’s farm.

When I think about my dad’s old place, I start to think about the small pond that was tucked away in the far corner of the property. It was basically a mud pit, infested with huge and extremely loud frogs, gigantic and overly aggressive dragonflies, and disgusting and territorial snakes.      Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.