Wednesday, December 22, 2004

My Name In The Snow

When I was about 9 years old I had a crush on a beautiful tinted boy. I thought he was an Indian, and I thought of his bike as an iron horse. We were two children in the snow.
One day he asked me or I could guess who he loved forever and ever, and I answered 'no.'
Then he wrote my name in the snow and biked away.


Stan said...

Dear Ms. Jackdaw

This is a beautiful story.I would imagine the snow has melted and the boy is a man and that when snow falls he remembers you.


When you visited my blog, my description disappeared ;^)

Buter said...

Dear Stan,

My description keeps disapearing as well. Let's go for a virtual walk in the snow.

Joseph Young said...

More, more. We need more of these fine tiny posts.

Barney Govan said...


Buter said...

Hey cool babies, how did you find my blog?

Tammy said...

I love this post.