Diary | Age 16 | En route
Stone. How could it possibly be looked at as something plain and useless? I wish we would pull over for a moment so I could touch it. Just run my hand over its smooth and ancient face. At least let it know that it is appreciated. S.
Posts Tagged as ‘1994’
December 30, 1994
Appreciated
December 30, 1994
Valleys of My Birth
Diary | Age 16 | En Route from La Grande to Tacoma
Too often while we are driving through the magnificent valleys of my birth (en route from Tacoma to La Grande) my mind is filled with rich and colorful images which I neglect to record here in my dear journal. I think that perhaps after [...]
December 29, 1994
My First and Last Cigarette
Diary | Age 16 | La Grande, OR
Returned to Grandparents after 3 days spend in Ontario with the Martins. Days nearly slept way, and nights of smiling strangers and smokey rooms. Becca and I climbed to the top of an abandoned storage tower.
I smoked my first and last cigarette.
I cannot wait to slip into [...]
