The morning air is crisp. I can tell today is going to be nice!
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Cam was meeting up with a few of his fraternity brothers this morning for breakfast. Everyone was excited or anxious over their approaching graduation.
Turning onto the road leading to the city cemetery, I can’t phantom all the people I must know who are laid to rest there.
“Verne! Valena! Victor! Get in here! Now!” bellowed Mom Peterson after processing what young Vanessa had just revealed.
“Verne and Valena, your mother and I are going over to the boathouse to fish. You two will be in charge of your brother and sisters ‘til we get back.
“Hello, Jackie, this is Eugene. Just wanted you to know we’ll be headed your way in about an hour.
Once upon a time, a nickname was meant to be a shorter version of your birth name.
It’s the summer of 1967. After dropping off our infant sister, we’re on our way to Salem, Virginia, the home of Lakeside.
Every time I think of this, it feels like it happened yesterday. I can remember the tears swelling in my eyes and seeing my sister ball her fist.
It had been raining for three days. Although the storms were not torrential downpours, they were enough to keep most people inside to stay dry
Sonya loved power walking. She could get her exercise in and people wouldn’t bother her.
Today was a good day. I find myself back at the camp to settle in for the evening.
“Up next,” Timothy shouts as he approaches the basketball court. From down the street, he could tell by all the commotion of loud voices and laughter that the court was packed today.
Must be a little windy out there today, I thought to myself as I approached the kitchen.
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