There Are Stories About Home.There are stories about the brick pathway in the garden.There are stories about the rotting wood shed.There are stories about the family of racoons that lived in the rotting wood shed.There are stories about the cat who stayed out all night.There are stories about the old Italian man next door who passed away.There are stories about the giant tomatoes and zucchinis growing in the neighbour’s yard.There are stories about losing touch with a best friend just down the street.There are stories about attaching my red wagon to my dog’s collar and having him pull me down the driveway.
There are stories about turning off the night light.There are stories about brussel-sprouts in my sock drawer.There are stories about leaving home to go camping overnight.There are stories about late night storytelling times on the couch.There are stories about walking to school just a block down the road.There are stories about the old-orange cat who grew too old.There are stories about the different animals my Mom would rescue and bring home from the street.There are stories about all night sleepover video-game marathons.
There are stories about placing the angel on top of the Christmas tree.There are stories about trying to create an ice rink in the backyard.There are stories about building intricate tunnels in the snow.There are stories about racing to the hospital on Christmas Eve with a foot burnt by turkey grease. There are stories about yelling and fighting downstairs while everyone else was asleep. There are stories about divorce.There are stories about starting all over again.
Dan Daley

Toronto, Ontario, Canada
| York University
February 20-27, 2007

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