Today, was a good day. I don't know why it was a good day, it just was. I guess it was really like any other day, I just felt happy. Joyfull is maybe a better way of putting it. It rained all day today, from the time I woke up, till now, just before I'm putting my head on a pillow for the night. I worked at the bucks today, and we had this debate going all afternoon with each other and customers, can a rainy dreary day be a good day? Most of the responses we got from people were, YA! NO! A few of us talked about how sometimes a rainy day is a good thing, infact a couple people said they liked rainy days, even if they were yuky. Anyhow, Today was a good day. Heavenly father, I give you my thanks, for this day, this good day.
...She will most likely have a favoret tree she climbed when she was a girl. She didn't just climb it she sat in it and dreamed in it. She also probabley sprang ankles and wrists jumping out of it at times. Maybe she dreamed of building or built, (with her dads help) a tree house or tree fort in the tree. One of her favoret movies is the Sandlot, and she wanted to be one of those boys, and was really frustrated because she didn't seem to have the same kind of fun and adventures they did, or maybe she did. If she did she sure got into a bunch of trouble. She will have stories about playing in the dirt, chasing down lizerds catching crodads in the crick, and having mice for pets, and being the fasest girl on the neighborhood block. This Tom boy is a dreamer, always wondering and questioning life and pausing to hear the noise or silents inside. For the most part these thoughts and dreams never are spoken out loud though they are bursting at her seams to be heard.
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