My brain is running wild tonite. As a child my dad was always fishing and such, I tagged along, I loved that lifestyle. Guys liked me because I wasnt afraid of being dirty, something my AH hates about me.
I really would like to innocently go shrimping, but I know this isnt the best person to go with at this time in my life.
Kinda ironic though how life takes us. I met this guy on the playground at school at 8, about 200 yards from where I sit now. We argued over agame of make believe. I was bossy, didnt like him because he stood up to me, yet I was intrigued by him. The following year I remember he was on my class roster and I was upset because he transfered schools. I remember so little of school, but I remember that, weird huh