The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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Friday, August 7, 2009
Mom said
Mom said when I was nine that there is no Easter Bunny. Thus, no longer a need for the Easter morning search through the house for a basket filled with goodies.
However, Santa IS real....interesting
Mom said when you turn twelve you are officially old enough to have a bicycle.
Interesting
There are no best ages or times or seasons in life when believing, trusting or when life suddenly makes sense. Most likely you won't wake one day and it all becomes clear due to some order of things. There are people in your space in this world that effect your believing, trusting and making sense of it all.
My friend is a great observer.
I am a great listener.
We both agree, it's all random.
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