When I was little, I'd pretend that the birds were spying on me. I'd see them perching on the power lines like notes on a scale...so still, they might've been robotic. My best friend, Suzanne, would look for spray-painted codes in the sidewalks---surveyor-speak (I know now). We would make up stories about trolls tunneling under the pavement.
Back then, it felt like the entire world was keeping secrets from us.
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and really, when you're a child, the world *is* keeping secrets. the sad part about growing up is that suddenly those secrets aren't all that interesting...
That is EXACTLY how I played with my friends and my brothers when I was young. It was all about "the clues!"
And I wrote a story when I was a young teen about two birds who sat on the wire and discussed how foolish the people below were.
Really cool pic!