just another manic sunday

i'm feeling a little bit darker today. last night was not a good night. it tested my manners.

but past that, i'm trying to write a personal narrative.

on my culture

talking to my sister i've realized... we really did have a perfect childhood. i remember yelling a few times, but that was important, i think. we were always best friends and did almost everything together. the whole family ate dinner together and went for a walk around the block afterwards. we read books and watched the brady bunch and gilligan's island and we were always learning. daddy would quiz us on different types of trees or how a doorknob worked and mommy would talk to us about social problems or whatever we wanted to talk about. our grandparents would teach us to fish or waterski or shoot a bb gun and at night we would all laugh together at dinner. we always ate dinner together. it's still a big part of our lives.
even through middle school and high school
dinner time was the family

i still love my family

love
lindsey