Sunday Childhood Memory - Voyageurs in the Woods
Springtime in Saint-Laurent. A blue sky day. You can feel the sun. Across the street from my cousins' house is the Bois-Franc - a wooded area as yet untouched by suburbia. The snows of the winter are melting quickly causing the forest bed to flood and temporary creeks to form. We are out their floating on child-made rafts of fallen logs and twigs. Deep into the woods we go, hoping not to get our feet wet, using branches to propel ourselves forward.
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