Lightning in a Bottle

Lightning in a Bottle

As a child growing up in the 1960s, summer meant freedom. Our days were spent roaming through fields, lounging near the water, or building forts from fallen branches and imagination. We didn’t own a television, so video games were never an option. After supper, while the adults played cards, we slipped outside again, drawn into the warm Ontario evenings like adventurers heading into the wild. Armed with nothing more than a mason jar with holes p…