Memory #86

Our backyard fence had a gate that opened up to an athletic field. Sometimes, neighbors who didn't live against the field would come through our backyard in order to reach it. Once, I was digging a hole with my brother and singing, "Salvation," by the Cranberries. I belted out, "SALVATION! SALVATION! SALVATION!" and a much older neighbor happened to be walking past us to the gate. I quickly turned away and began digging the hole in silence.