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Guy Fawkes Day, and would have been my dad's birthday.
A pretty fall day, the park full of groups of ladies with toddlers trying to take pictures of them on their phones with the trees and grass behind them. But one of the playgrounds was closed off with tape for some reason, and a military jet was doing tight turns above the old airbase. For some reason the noise didn't seem to get to others as much as it did me; the dog was no more spooked than she generally is, but was pointing to squirrels where there were none.
A pretty fall day, the park full of groups of ladies with toddlers trying to take pictures of them on their phones with the trees and grass behind them. But one of the playgrounds was closed off with tape for some reason, and a military jet was doing tight turns above the old airbase. For some reason the noise didn't seem to get to others as much as it did me; the dog was no more spooked than she generally is, but was pointing to squirrels where there were none.