December 2011
1 post
Quite Unwell
The sun beat down on me so hard, I could feel my paper white skin burning through my school uniform. Did I care? No. It was Louisiana, and I was bound and determined to make this dead tree branch fall and at least severely injure me before my mom was through grading papers. This was my goal everyday in second grade. I’d hang and pull on that branch until the sun went down on...