By Aracelis Vega
I identify a lot with the book Letting Swift River Go. In those days of my childhood, I remember a lot when my grandfather had animal farms. Horses, cows, pigs, chickens, roosters, geese, turkey, rabbits, pigeons. Near the mountain there were lakes. I could inhale fresh day air. Also I had the opportunity to help cut wood to make a fire and cookout near the farm. This was an experience that I’ll never forget. Thank you for sharing this very similar story in my childhood.
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