Summer Memories in Grandma’s Backyard
Do you remember those endless summer days of childhood? The kind where time felt limitless and adventure was just a backyard away? For me, it all comes back to my grandma’s yard—no AC, sweat sticking to everything, and the occasional bee chasing me off our “construction site.”
We weren’t just digging holes; we were hunting for treasure. Among all the strange things we unearthed—a rusted spoon, a marble, a creepy doll head—the real prize? Bamboo rhizomes.
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