• Flying Squid@lemmy.world
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    3 days ago

    I told my mom this story the other day, she didn’t know about it. It involves the shitty private elementary school I went to: We had a field trip to the Lincoln Boyhood Home in southern Indiana, about a two-hour drive. It looks quite nice now, but in the 80s, and I will never forget this… we got there, and there were some log cabin foundations in a pit. We looked down at the pit for a few minutes, then were rounded up back into the carpool station wagons and drove back home.

    I didn’t mind all that much because I got out of school and we stopped at McDonald’s on the way back, but looking back on it, what a strange day.