After I finished this story it was amazing that we as kids all have a special place we liked to play. As I went on reading I saw small pieces of the past. It took me back to the big trees that we played in. At times it seemed like we lived in them with the amount of time spent playing there. Life has it silly lessons that we learn as we grow as children to adulthood. Quincy Scott's story took me back to that moment that we all quickly forget about when we become adults. The very place that I played as a child I now see me own children playing there now.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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