When I was little I got it in my head that George Washington had been on the land where my home is. Which isn't completely illogical since he did survey much of Appalachia and all. But I'd sit and make up stories of things he did. That the camp was where my swing set sat. Or that he came up over the mountain where the road forks and thought it was the most beautiful place on earth. And how luckily I was to be standing on the same ground as our first president. I had such a strong imagination. I still do. I still live in a dream world where everything is ok. Its getting harder to hold onto this dream. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone