Remember Where You Came From
I’ll admit this childhood photo isn’t my best look.
For all the things missing in this photo – there’s still a lot to see. It reminds me of:
The place I wrote my first book: The Black Horse. And its sequel: The White Horse.
A time when appearance mattered very little.
When everyone called me Missy and no one called me Melissa.
The best smells: freshly cut hay, tomato leaves and clean air.
Red bellied snakes.
Writing from the rooftop in a homemade Book of Dreams.
Hard work.
Spending the whole day outside building forts.
It reminds me of a time I was waiting to leave the nest and fly into the big world.
It reminds me: simple is best.
Pleasure, happiness … home.
What matters.
I’ll admit this childhood photo isn’t my best look.
But for all the things I’m not in this photo, there’s still a lot to see. It reminds me of:
The place I wrote my first book: The Black Horse. And its sequel: The White Horse.
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A time when appearance mattered very little.
When everyone called me Missy and no one called me Melissa.
The best smells: freshly cut hay, tomato leaves and clean air.
A time when baby birds could captivate me for hours.
Writing from the rooftop in a homemade Book of Dreams.
Hard work.
Spending the whole day outside building forts.
It reminds me of a time I was waiting to leave the nest and fly into the big world.
It reminds me: simple is best.
Pleasure, happiness … home.
What matters.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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What a beautiful post =)
Cute picture! I think we were teeth twins, I had buck teeth, too!
I miss those days of innocence. Very beautiful part of my life.:)
We weren’t as innocent as you thought, but I agree, it was a beautiful time.
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