"Or rather, history is only a haphazard hopscotch through other present moments. How I got from one to the other is unclear. Though I could list my past moments, they would remain discrete (and recombinant in potential if not in fact), hence without shape, without end, without story. Or with as many stories as I care to put together." (this writing)

At one time, America was an unexplored, uncharted mass of land. At this time, very little was known about this newly discovered continent so many expeditions were made to learn about it. One explorer, Ponce de Leon, came to the part of it now known as Florida. He made many ventures into the unknown land, where he supposed the fountain of youth to be located. In his search for this fountain, Ponce de Leon ventured into the panhandle. This was a venture he would not be happy with. Not only did he not find the fountain of youth, but the venture itself proved to be quite unpleasant because of the local plantlife. In this part of Florida many briers and low growing vines(with stickers) covered the ground. As the group of explorers walked through this territory, the briers scratched their ankles. Because of this, the explorers called the place "Scratchankle". Years later, a town built in the vicinity was named just that.