ere. Again I had to be pulled back to reality. E. B. White had a similar experience while fishing with his boy. He saw the same calm lake, the same damp moss covering worms in a bait can, and a dragon fly hovering of the tip of his rod. He states, "It was the arrival of this fly that convinced me beyond any doubt that everything was as it always had been, that the years were a mirage and there had been no years" (White 75). Like I, E. B. White was caught up in an illusion of the past and didn't notice any of the changes that had occurred. He was so lost in his memory's he even lost t
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