empty stables on the right where the horses lived and I visited every afternoon to groom, to feed, to ride even if I had to sit sideways the edge of the woods on the left by the parking lot, still gravel, and the main building we used to call the “dining...
We drove down the long road until it turned to gravel. When we hit the rocks and dust stirred around the van, I knew we were almost there. The excitement grew as I unloaded and rode down the pathway to my cabin for the week. Camp was about to begin and I would soon...
Ninth grade. The whole idea of a new school left me in anticipation of great things to come. I don’t remember being afraid of starting high school. Moving up to a bigger school where I didn’t know many of the students didn’t scare me. It was a new experience. I saw it...
Today I continue the story of “Stuck at Home, part two”. Read the beginning of part two here. ******* The family vacation went on as planned. We didn’t leave early or attempt to see an unfamiliar doctor. I said I could make it, and I did. I was a bit miserable though....
This is not a story about a family vacation or about the car ride to get there. No, it’s more about one event that stayed with me weeks later. A small part of the trip led to my second season of being stuck at home. Let me give you the background of the story, the...
February 20, 1993 When I woke up, I felt happy. I could go home today! I packed my things so I would be ready. (Well, my Mom and Dad helped me pack my stuff.) In the afternoon, a nurse helped me into a wheelchair. They pushed me downstairs to...