The Day Stinging Nettle Lost The Fight

Finding Strength within suffering

It was the summer of 2011. The humidity had my hair dancing in all directions as I went about my own business in the backyard.

The alpacas had been fed. The horses’ stalls had been mucked. The ducks had been watered. The chicken eggs had been gathered with no casualties.

After completing my chores, I could spend my time how I wanted. Like most 12-and-a-half-year-olds living in the country, I chose to spend my free time outside.