lindseyglenn2
She assisted in the trip.
Her father was a lush and in a drunken stupor he put her on a train and sent her to Pennsylvania. Her mother was infuriated. Just sending a child on a train by herself across seven states.
She embraced the fact that she was clumsy and used it to her advantage. By the time she graduated highschool she had perfected the art of being clumsy in a cute way. The way she said, "oops" when she dropped or spilled something left a person unable to be angry.
One of my favorite teachers I had in highschool was my biology teacher. He taught astronomy, marine biology, psychology, anatomy, and ap biology. He's one of the smartest people i've ever met, and one of the few who judged me harshly as a teenager.
In the corner sat a pile of picture frames. Frames filled with memories from decades, years, and months ago. Frames holding visual memories, but forgotten about and left in the corner.
We painted the stairs when we first moved in. We scraped the leaves from between the crack for hours. Then we painted. We painted with our backs to the sun, the hot Georgia sun. When we were finished, we painted the walls.