When I was around the age of 12 the neighborhood girls and I decide to make a Girls Only Club house.
We scavanged here, there and everywhere for boards, borrowered saws, hammers and nails from our father's tools. Our Girls Only clubhouse was built on my best friends property.
At that time we lived in a rural setting. As the years flew bye and we abandoned our clubhouse, it was converted to hold wood for the fireplace in her parents home.
Today 40 years later, the little rural area is all built up with commercial buildings. My friends parents house and our clubhous is still there surrounded by tall buildings. I am amazed that when I drive by to see it still standing!
Great poem!
It is amazing how tiring a person's eyes get
With irrating blinking, glittery, screaming page covers of blinding backgrounds and neon print.
No wonder we get twitching eyes balls!
The Path ~ well written but True love ~
When one's life partner is no more on earth, they are always there in spirit and memories.
So the path of life still walked perhaps in absent of a visual partner but those of us that have experienced true love, know they walk the path not alone.
Thanks a bunch for the wonderful Fuzzy Flowers gif. So helpful and a nifty idea too! Can't believe a year has rolled by since I first joined WC! Hugs sent for remembering!
I thought your title, was poetic by nature and captured an inquisitve response, from me the reviewer.
Your story held a variety of interesting set of plots, melding from one to the other, so smoothly. The last sentence summed up all the emotions in the story! It was a most enjoyable read.
Thanks for your insight on being Asian in North America.
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"I speak-ah no Eng-grish" comes in very handy."
Well we all can relate to that one since all have come from another place even if it is only through ancestor background. Even the First Nation People (they won't admit that) but the history/geography books state they travelled to North America from Asia and Norway when the continent was connected to Europe.
Mourning a loved comes in stages, yes one stage is rage.
When my husband passed away, I put his remote control airplane down on the floor. It was a hobby of his. I was so mad at him, for leaving me. I jumped on it several times till it was demolished except for the little twin engines, which were not destroyable. After that I felt great for releasing my anger but soon a feeling of reget washed over me.
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I would like to invite you to join. Hence it is brand new and a wee bit early to start a garden group but I think most northern gardeners, start planning for spring and being back in their gardens.
I have visit all of your writings and pics, would also like permission to put a link on the main page, to your portfolio as a featured gardener.
I garden from a deck now but have had many gardens over the years. My last garden I had two butterfly bushes, such sturdy shrubs with added bonus the attraction of butterflies!
Great story, princevlad but a few spelling errors.
Maybe using the spell check [linked] the story, in your private porfolio, could help find the spelling erros.
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