Twelve years old. I remember I could finally be part of the youth and not the little kids even though I was three times bigger than the rest of the bunch. First year at Union Jr. High in sixth grade-no more recess. Tall enough to finally see over the hood of the truck and Daddy and Papaw defied strict orders to not let me drive on backroads even though Id driven a tractor for years. Only time Ive ever been to Destin, FL. Now this number has a different memory for me. My mother-at peace for twelve years. I would write a book, but there isnt enough time nor words to do it justice. Rest in peace Momma. Rest in peace.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 02:42:09 +0000
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