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man and boy stood there, the boy glowing, the man with revelation in his face.
    "Boy," said the old man at last, "in five years, how would you like a job selling shoes in this emporium?"
    "Gosh, thanks, Mr. Sanderson, but I don't know what I'm going to be yet."
    "Anything you want to be, son," said the old man, "you'll be. No one will ever stop you."
    The old man walked lightly across the store to the wall of ten thousand boxes, came back with some shoes for the boy, and wrote up a list on some paper while the boy was lacing the shoes on his feet and then standing there, waiting.
    The old man held out his list. "A dozen things you got to do for me this afternoon. Finish them, we're even Stephen, and you're fired."
    "Thanks, Mr. Sanderson!" Douglas bounded away.
    "Stop!" cried the old man.
    Douglas pulled up and turned.
    Mr. Sanderson leaned forward.
    "How do they feel?" The boy looked down at his feet deep in the rivers, in the fields of wheat, in the wind that already was rushing him out of the town. He looked up at the old man, his eyes burning, his mouth moving, but no sound came out.
    "Antelopes?" said the old man, looking from the boy's face to his shoes. "Gazelles?"
    The boy thought about it, hesitated, and nodded a quick nod. Almost immediately he vanished. He just spun about with a whisper and went off. The door stood empty. The sound of the tennis shoes faded in the jungle heat.
    Mr. Sanderson stood in the sun-blazed door, listening. From a long time ago, when he dreamed as a boy, he remembered the sound. Beautiful creatures leaping under the sky, gone through brush, under trees, away, and only the soft echo of their running left behind.
    "Antelopes," said Mr. Sanderson. "Gazelles."
    He bent to pick up the boy's abandoned winter shoes, heavy with forgotten rains and long-melted snows. Moving out of the blazing sun, walking softly, lightly, slowly, he headed back toward civilization....
    He brought out a yellow nickel tablet. He brought out a yellow Ticonderoga pencil. He opened the tablet. He licked the pencil.
    "Tom," he said, "you and your statistics gave me an idea. I'm going to do the same, keep track of things. For instance: you realize that every summer we do things over and over we did the whole darn summer before?"
    "Like what, Doug?"
    "Like making dandelion wine, like buying these new tennis shoes, like shooting off the first firecracker of the year, like making lemonade, like getting slivers in our feet, like picking wild fox grapes. Every year the same things, same way, no change, no difference. That's one half of summer, Tom."
    "What's the other half?"
    "Things we do for the first time ever."
    "Like eating olives?"
    "Bigger than that. Like finding out maybe that Grandpa or Dad don't know everything in the world."
    "They know every dam thing there is to know, and don't you forget it!"
    "Tom, don't argue, I already got it written down under Discoveries and Revelations. They don't know everything. But it's no crime. That I discovered, too."
    "What other new crazy stuff you got in there?"
    "I'm alive."
    "Heck, that's old!"
    "Thinking about it, noticing it, is new. You do things and don't watch. Then all of a sudden you look and see what you're doing and it's the first time, really. I'm going to divide the summer up in two parts. First part of this tablet is titled: RITES AND CEREMONIES. The first root beer pop of the year. The first time running barefoot in the grass of the year. First time almost drowning in the lake of the year. First watermelon. First mosquito. First harvest of dandelions. Those are the things we do over and over and over and never think. Now here in back, like I said, is DISCOVERIES AND REVELATIONS or maybe ILLUMINATIONS, that's a swell word, or INTUITIONS, okay? In other words you do an old familiar thing, like bottling dandelion wine, and you put that under RITES AND CEREMONIES. And then you think about it, and what you think, crazy or not, you put under DISCOVERIES AND REVELATIONS.