When I was little, and we went to visit my grandmother, she had a swamp area in the back of her house, and we would go there to play and explore. The most I remember about that time, was the huge cattail plants that were there. Every once in a while, I could be doing something, and the memory of these huge cattails would come into my mind. Also the smell of honey can bring this memory on. I remember she used to make lusknikn, which is what Mi'kmaq people call their traditional fry bread, and she would put some honey on top for me as a treat. That could be why. Or it was just the scent of the wildflowers that grew around there. Either way, its such a sweet memory that seems like a dream now.
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