Hi guys! Here I sit…at my computer…trying to write my third installment of “My Three Goals.” I’m having a wee bit of trouble. My third Goal is going to be a tough one and it has everything to do with “Trust.”
As a young girl growing up in the Deep South during the 60’s, my life was full of wonder. I lived on the most magical street a growing mind could ever hope for. Our house was right across the street from the town baseball field where my brother played his Little League games. I would sit in the stands eating boiled peanuts from a small paper bag, laughing with my friends and cheering my brother on. Although, I think I did more boiled peanut eating than cheering…if we’re going to be honest. The city’s only Recreation Center was next to the ball field. During the day and on weekends you could find my brother and me playing board games with other kids in the area. My brother and his friends played baseball, basketball and even attempted tennis at the courts behind the rec center. At night, especially on the weekends, the local high school students would hold dances there. It was a large place with glass from floor to ceiling on our side of the building. On dance nights, you could find us sitting on the ground outside right beside where the band was playing and just dancing away. The kids even took to bringing us in to be a part of the party. Sounds like a child’s dream come true. Well, it was…for me, but there’s more.