Dirt Hill

There was an undeveloped block just north of my childhood home. Roughly in the center of this field was a giant hill of dirt which we affectionately called the Dirt Hill. We rode our bikes all over it in  the summer and slid on the ice and snow in the winter.

One year some wealthy developer burrowed his way in and destroyed the hill. It must have been a sad day for some kids, but I think I was growing up and found other things to do.

When people tell me they work on the Hill, I often think of the Dirt Hill for some reason. What a fun job!