Looking back on my childhood
I see the numbers that
Made me
1,361 miles ridden on my bike
312 wasp nests knocked down
4,036 firecrackers lit
60,190 dribbles on a hard-packed dirt basketball court
2,500 comic books read
252 rocks skipped
965 trees climbed
280 fish snagged
37 turtles captured, named, and released
3 tree forts built
196 lightning bugs caught
832 Sundays sitting on a back pew
(just) 1 time chasing my sister with a snake
916 blueberries snuck from Grandma’s garden
652 ears of corn shucked
571 hours swinging on a porch swing
9,999 bales of hay hauled
4 fist fights with my cousin
2 time owner of the world’s best dog
Innumerable
bruises,
cuts,
and scrapes
One amazing adventure
About the Creator
Don Money
Don Money was raised in Arkansas on a farm. After ten years in the Air Force, he returned to his roots in Arkansas. He is married with five kids. His journey to become a writer began in the sixth grade when he wrote his first short story.
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
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