Lee Naylor
Stories (67/0)
Elementary it was
I was born in 1970. The first few years I of course don't remember. I have fleeting moments of memory. They float by out of know where. My mom carrying me inside the house in a laundry basket after hanging clean laundry on the line outside. My brother pushing me down the stairs, in that same laundry basket. I would slide down, gripping the basket and laughing.
By Lee Naylor4 years ago in Education
The stories you hear
When you are a child, your parents sit you on their knee and read you stories, with Dragons eggs, and Dinosaurs. Far away lands and true love. Being rescued by the prince, or going on a great adventure. Their were princess stories, and adventure tales.
By Lee Naylor4 years ago in Motivation
Calm before the storm
Each day I realize more about the changes happening to me. The way I don't get all jittery all the time. I don't have road rage, I sleep pretty good most nights and haven't been sick nearly as much as I used to, despite we are in the middle of a supposed pandemic.
By Lee Naylor4 years ago in Motivation