I wish my mother had left me something about how she felt growing up. I wish my grandmother had done the same. I wanted my girls to know me.
Adolescence is just one big walking pimple.
My mom is in the navy and my dad works for the army but I never called them...
We remained at our encampment of this day until the morning of the 7th when we descended ten miles lower down and encamped on a spot of ground where several thousand Indians had wintered during the past season.
