My Mother, like many, saved various remnants from my childhood. I usually find pieces of my history tucked into the pages of a handed down book or in a box of "do you want any of this?"
I don't remember exactly when the construction paper ribbon appeared, but it brought with it the promise of hope. "Miss Unruffled", it said, and it had my name on it. Imagine...!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Day Ten - A Movie.
Seeing as I'm not taking more than a symbolic part in NaBloPoMo, I can do this: