Gate

I believe the future is only the past again, entered through another gate.

~ Arthur W. Pinero

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This gate reminds me of one outside of my grandparents' farm -- the first farm I can kind of remember visiting as a kid, not the one that I remember more clearly. Anyway, Erik and I and another cousin or gaggle of cousins were playing around the gate -- swinging on it. And a wasp came out and stung me by the eye.

I don't remember playing on the gate after that. In my historical imagination, my family came outside in a rage and demolished the gate and slaughtered the wasps in order to get revenge for the attack on me. I doubt that is what really happened, though.