I was a country kid. Of all places, the river was my favourite. We spent whole days sailing round on an old fallen log, catching minnows and catfish, and just pottering. If it was too cold to go ‘down the river’ we’d be in the woods. Swinging back and forth across a ditch, on the old rope swing, or making complex dens in the ferns. It was the perfect childhood. Until the teenage years crept up on me and all I could think about was ‘hanging around town’ and escaping to the city. I left the sticks the day after I left school and didn’t look back. For a while.
Amy Black, on the monkey trail