When I was six years old and my family lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, my two sisters and I chased sunsets out in the mesa behind our house. I remember everything being hugely big; ocean-sized gigantic.
We had a fall back plan in case we ran into a rattle snake. Which was that all three of us would freeze like statues. The sister that was farthest away from the rattler would slowly back up, turn and then run like hell back to the house. To get help.
What were we thinking? [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]