It was dark, cold and rainy. My youngest had complained for the past hour about the need to pee but then couldn't find her flip-flops in the car to walk into the gas station. There was some encouragement (all right-- yelling) about putting anything on her feet she could find and hence we entered the gas station with her in her Sponge Bob slippers to a non-functioning toilet.
|One of my childhood homes.|
It is fun to look back. For a brief time, my family lived in small Kansas town. The house was pretty close to some major streets. I was about 4-5 during those years. One day, I remember a man beckoning me to follow him. And so what did I do? Tell my mom?
Oh no-- I followed.
A neighbor found me walking along the highway and picked me up and brought me back home. Who knows what would have happened if that man got a hold of me. I think back to the situation as a good beginning for a suspense novel.
When I was returned safely home my mother didn't know whether to beat me to death or hug me to death. It was a little of both and I remember crying into my Snoopy sheets until my father got home. I'm sure my mother felt like if I was locked in my room I wasn't wandering down lonely Kansas highways.
My father took me by that house-- as seen in the picture-- and it's fun to try and remember what it was like living there.
I'm amazed it still stands.
For you this week--
Author Christy Barritt stops by with a few author questions for me to tackle. One regarding medically induced comas and the other about medical power of attorney.
Hope you guys have a GREAT week! Anyone road tripping it for the holidays?