Paradise

When I was a child I lived in the country in northwestern Connecticut. My home was in the middle of acres and acres of farmland... corn, cows, woods... My brothers and I roamed freely and safely and were blessed with the American dream.

I eventually found a field on a hillside with a picturesque stream that I called Paradise. So... imagine a 6 or 7 year old child headed out for the day with a sack of sandwiches and yelling back to her mother... "I'm on my way to Paradise, Mom!"

Outrageous!