Falling in a Hole

I used to tell this story as a self-deprecating tale about clumsiness. That was when I believed in self-deprecation¹. Now I tell it as a story about bottoms and something deeper than bottom.

It starts with a meadow. A meadow which was connected to other meadows. My dad and I first visited it when I was a teenager. I would have been around 14 years of age…