My Mom sent a little package with books for the kids and the local newspaper from my hometown. I love reading those and staying up to date with what's going on when again nothing is going on. It's a small town with usually not much changing at all.
So, as I read that little pamphlet I come across a story about dying fish in the little stream running by our old house.
I had a somewhat tragic childhood memory. When I was about 9 the police came to our house to interview me what I have witnessed playing in the stream that day regarding the dead fish all over the place. I was very timid and shy and answered truthfully, but without telling them that I also brought about 2 shovels worth of sand from my sandbox to the stream. I wondered til this day if I might have caused the killing of the fish. Murder.
So, today, I read, 1500 fish were found dead in the stream again (but this time obviously not my fault being over 5000 miles away). The police came. Again. And investigations found that the leaves of the chestnut trees above the stream release a poison killing the fish.
Mystery solved. It wasn't me. I am so happy! All these years I felt bad. Turns out it was the trees not my sand. Yeah!
Optimistic, curious, human bee.