Mars

September 15 2005
I was looking through my vinal collection, when I found a poem scribbled on the sheaf of one of the albums. I don't know who wrote it, but it was atleast 20 years old, and it it was about my father and my deceased uncle.

It made me think of simpler times. Childhood is such a great time. Everything is new, and solid. The security and the trust of your parent's word, as though they could never do wrong. I only hope that 20 years from now, I can provide such a great childhood for my kids.

Jacqulyn

September 16 2005
sure isnt