My Most Frightening Encounter
Copyright 2020 by Martha Yarborough DiPalma
loved growing up in a small southern town with the woods around me.
The birdsong showers that greeted me at the dawns were a delight.
There was a lot for my brother and me to explore. We spent hours in
the woods across the street during the summers and after school. Our
family property consisted of a three-bedroom wood frame house with a
front yard on a steep terrace rising about 10 feet above the street
level, a sidewalk about 20 feet long leading up more steps to the
porch and front door, and a steep driveway with a rock wall on both
sides. While standing on the front porch, I could look to my right
and see a lot full of trees, which towered way above the roof. Beyond
the lot was a house peering through the trees. Across the street
straight ahead, I could see more towering trees. Beyond the trees was
a creek hidden among the trees.
I looked out into the back yard, I could see a mound to the left with
a large oak tree on it, a larger sweet gum tree in the back part of
the yard, several other oaks, and a fence, which separated our yard
from two neighbors’ yards.
bright sunny day when we were down in the woods by the creek, I had
the most frightening encounter of my life.
As I led the way
along the ledge and the high dirt bank that bounded the creek, I was
poking the wall with a dead limb when it suddenly broke through and
there staring me right in the eye with his tongue sticking out of his
mouth was a snake! The only thing I remembered was scrambling along
the creek ledge as fast and furiously as I could, yelling to my
brother to run the other way. It was a long time before we ventured
down to the creek again.
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