They were a strange bunch, but I was told they’re family and
you’re automatically supposed to except them.
It was the first time I went to Florida and spent time with
my paternal grandmother. I had memories of her when I was a small child, but
this time I was about 10 years old.
Lake Placid was a sleepy town with rows and rows of orange
groves as I remember it. There was a spot off of one road called “Spook’s Hill”.
The story as: One day a lone fisherman parked his car at the foot of the hill
and walked away towards the fishing hole. When he looked backed the car started
moving by itself. He knew no one could have walked up and got into his car! He ran
screaming, and this is how it got its name “Spook’s Hill”. So my father with my
mother and I were in one car did like the sign said “put the car in neutral and
take your foot off of the brake!”. Sure enough the car started rolling very
slowly backwards up the hill! I was speechless and amazed. My dad, who wore his
hat cocked to one side, sat up straight and straightened his hat &*#@, my
mother had her hand over her wide opened mouth! I eventually started laughing
until I almost couldn’t breathe.
Every time I see moss hanging from a tree I think of my
grandmother and the last time I spent one summer in Florida.
…Pandora
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