Freedom

Freedom

Excitement filled me to the brim as I peered at the long rectangle box – a mystical surprise awaiting my little nine-year-old self. My dad struggled as he pulled the box out of the car. I wondered what would hit the driveway first, the box or him. He had a look about him when our…

A Day in My Young Life

A Day in My Young Life

“Once upon a time, there was a squirrel…” Drifting off to sleep to the sound of crickets while my dad whispered a bedtime story. My bed laid next to a large window with its sash opened wide, hearing nature saying goodnight while a gentle breeze covered me like a nestling blanket. The suburban house where…