Every summer during my middle school years I would spend two weeks on my cousins’ farm in East Haddam, Connecticut. This was my time to get away from the suburbs and my parents’ supervision. The freedom I enjoyed while rambling about in the 30 acres was heavenly. My cousins were natural children of the earth and initiated me into the pleasures of exploring woods and fields in a spirit of high adventure. The possibility of encountering wild beasts, such a fox, lynx, bobcat, black bear or a diamond head snake, gave us quite a thrill, so different from the emotions evoked by predictable behavior of the domesticated animals in their barn. Water was abundant everywhere in rushing streams full of swift brown fish and in still pools populated by frogs, tadpoles and turtles. The fresh air was invigorating, breezes caresses our happy faces and carried the scents of flowers, wild grass, sumac, cows, horses, and the occasional fire. At night the sky was resplendent with billions of stars, and the glow in our hearts kept the chill at bay. Inside the centuries-old farmhouse where we slept three in a bed, the kitchen fireplace roared and we warmed ourselves from its radiance and the cups of cocoa my aunt prepared for us before sending us off to bed. I didn’t know it at the time, but as I look back upon it now I realize that time of innocence was an earthly paradise.
Causes Anthony Maulucci Supports
Greenpeace, Amnesty Inernational, American Cancer Society, Red Cross, Save the Children