childhood, rebellion, growth
In grade six I hunted deadly rubber sharks that lived beneath the ice over the playground puddles. Rubber sharks were just something to pass the time of recess. Or were they? Could there actually be a herd of man-eating rubber sharks lurking beneath the icy puddles of Cardston Elementary School? I sure thought so.
Inscape: Vol. 6:
1, Article 23.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol6/iss1/23