I learned that in the spring when you see a Canadian goose nest you have to get closer to that nest to see what is in it. I learned that if you stand in the nest to see the goslings, which have just barely hatched, a little closer the parents do not like it. At first they just flap around and make a lot of noise, and then they attack. If you are only about 12 years old and not very tall they are intimidating. They will corner you, bite at you with their beaks, fly at you and beat you with their wings. They will be relentless at protecting their young and you will finally get away with various bruises and sore spots all over your body and head. They will also chase you out of the field before coming back to check on their young. You will go home a little sore but the pain is worth the closer look at nature.
I learned that when (12-13?) you are climbing a very steep side hill in the mountains east of Hyde Park and the snow around you starts to break into big slabs and slide down that even though it seems cool and fun and you keep kicking at the snow to make it do more, it is very dangerous and is often called an avalanche. Avalanches kill people. I was lucky. I learned and understood that later that year.
I learned as a young boy (six or seven) that when the older boy up the street gives you a horse shoe, turns you backward away from the US Post office, lines you up and then says throw it over your right shoulder as far as you can that something is going to go wrong. He said it brought good luck, it did not. I learned that the next sound you may hear is that of the horseshoe entering the Post office through the hole it just made in the glass. Breaking glass is not a soothing sound, even as a kid.
I learned as a very young kid “helping” to haul hay that the mice under the bales, even though they look soft, cute and like they want to be your pet will bite your hand and it hurts.
More to be continued...
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