Across the street from our house was an orange grove. It's one of the larger orange groves in Riverside, taking over miles (at least a good six or seven). Every year in the spring the orange blossoms would bloom and the air would be fragrant and sweet. My dad is allergic to oranges. It was actually pretty funny to see him hold his nose as he walked outside, at least to six year old Ashley. Down the road from the orange grove was a field. My dad once told me they held satanist meetings there, but I'm pretty sure he only told me that to keep me from wandering off by my self (something I have been known for my whole life). I always really loved this field. There has always been a gloomy, romantic nostalgia to it (those are the grown up words. The kid words are "creepy and cool"). It's always haunted me in a good way. Going back today I think I know why. It seems like it's frozen in time. even though I know that it changes, and has infact changed, it seems like it's a different world from the busyness of the nearby streets. I would ride my bike in this place or walk down there and just wander. This is the field in which the game of "Russian Peasant Girl" was born. I seriously think I spent more time playing that game than anything else.