I remember when we were little, we (Me, Kay Lynn, and Vance) were afraid of a thunderstorm one night. Daddy took care of it by putting his shotgun by the door and saying no thunder would get near us. We bought it. We were safe.
Daddy was always good for a late night perimeter check. I can remember the feeling of knowing that some thug was going to get shot. Actually, Daddy would have probably shot himself somehow. It would have been a great story.
I'm not sure why I think of these things. Probably because I feel safe now. I am safe to say, think, or do whatever I want. I get sad and can tell Tracy about it. It's so nice. I can even get jealous and tell him, and we can laugh about it. I am safe. I know my Dad is happy about this.
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ReplyDeleteNot the ones I think you like, Sam. Just the people. I wish.
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