One of my daughters drew this picture when she was 10, illustrating the time she broke her arm after succumbing to peer pressure. She rode her bike down a steep hill after being told the area was too dangerous.
Almost every day they find me, these bits of the past. Someone somewhere put pen to paper and created a one-of-a-kind memory. Saved here for posterity because every doodle deserves its day.
No comments:
Post a Comment