Yep, got another thought (Hold onto your seat) about a girl, welcomed in to a small home by a beautiful lady. The lady kindly ushered that girl to a place unseen so she could hear the beautiful melodies of a boy and his violin. It is these things she never forgets... :)
I am thinking (I know, scary, right?) about a girl and a boy, sitting in Nelson Park both a little too high on something that was so much bigger than they were and a few other non-mentionables and they were happy, smiling, laughing, pressed next to one another. The music was playing on the radio (It's George Strait, I... am hearing)...an old white truck, and a lifelong memory. Then the girl sees what surely must be UFO's in the night time sky, the boy softly laughs and says..."Those are the reflections of the street lights in the windshield." LMAOOOOO
I am thinking (I know, scary, right?) about a girl and a boy, sitting in Nelson Park both a little too high on something that was so much bigger than they were and a few other non-mentionables and they were happy, smiling, laughing, pressed next to one another. The music was playing on the radio (It's George Strait, I... am hearing)...an old white truck, and a lifelong memory. Then the girl sees what surely must be UFO's in the night time sky, the boy softly laughs and says..."Those are the reflections of the street lights in the windshield." LMAOOOOO
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