Dear Spiral Notebook:
I wish I knew how far the walk was to Miss Olas house, but distance is a memory I can't conjure up in my head. It could of been a mile or ten for all I know. Grownups didn't have a sense of worry back then about how far a kid had to walk. Your legs were just what got you places. I do remember pine trees that went on forever and there was always a pine cone to kick within toe distance. It wasn't a road really, more of a path that was sometimes sandy and sometimes padded with pine needles. It always smelled good though, I can tell you that. Miss Olas house was white, well no, it wasn't really a house but a room made to look like a house on the outside. It made my stomach feel so rushed up when I would get close because it was just good there. I think now that it was just good for me, but I know now that it weren't that good for Miss Ola or her sisters that lived in the little houses behind hers. I reckon I'll get to that though. Beana.
- Hey today is my Wednesday because I'm taking off work on Friday. Yahoo.My neighbors went to a strawberry farm about 20 miles south of me and brought me back more strawberries than I know what to do with. Yum.
DON'T WORRY BE HAPPY