I must have been 6 or 7 years old when I started really noticing some things happening around me. I started to ask many questions about the origin of things I was seeing, hearing and touching.
Have you ever had those days when you wished all the balloons in a child's little world would just pop out of existence, instead of remaining scattered all over a room to gather dust during their short life cycles?
We were already in the car and on our way to Greenhills when the dreaded message came on the beeper. A close friend said she had called Amanda's house, and her mom answered the phone.
How beautiful it is to live in freedom: the freedom to choose, freedom to be who you want to be, freedom to get what you want, and freedom from everything that makes your life miserable.