Mucking About In A Swamp

Personal memory by Nancy Milliken

1970 • Connecticut, USA

I remember walking up to the power lines behind our house. Under the lines there was a swamp. As children we caught and released all sorts of newts, snakes, big bullfrogs, as we mucked about, water sloshing into our boots. It is the sound I remember the most: the constant buzz of insects, frogs calling, suck of a boot released from the mud.