When I was little, we had a garage that had a fence behind it. Between the fence and the garage there was some scrap wood that ran the whole length of the garage. There was just enough space behind there for a little one to hide. I know it was not a secret, everyone knew about it, but it wasn't always the first place one would think to look. I used to go there when I wanted to be alone.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Feeling Blessed...
Let me count them, Bill, Chris, Mistie, Jessica, Christina, Katheryn, Stephanie, Ezra, Eric, Sara and Aidan. And that is just the generations after me, don't get me started on siblings. :-)
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