You walk over across the backyard to the mulchpile.

    It's a special place for you that's served different roles throughout your life.

    It's where you would play by yourself as a child whenever your sisters Lucia and Pam decided you couldn't play with them.

    As a teenager, it's where you lost your virginity.

    And nowadays it's a place where you come just to sit and think sometimes.

    Digging through the mulch is relaxing, and can relieve the stresses of everyday life.

    And sometimes you find neat stuff in there.

    You sit yourself down toward the back of the pile, and run your fingers through the mulchy browness.  It's a feeling that really takes you back.

    You're about to have a hazy flashback sequence when your fingertips come across something buried deep within the mulch.
 


    Leave it be.  Some secrets are best left hidden.

    Dig it!  Dig it!  Dig it!

    Forget the mulchpile, and go bonk Sandy.