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One time when I was a little girl, I was playing in our dining room. It was just me and my grandmother in the house since my mother was working then. She was asleep in the living room and I had set my Barbies up on the floor. I remember hearing a scratch or something on the window and, being probably seven or so, I was scared and went to wake my grandmother. I told her that I'd heard a noise and thought maybe somebody was outside. She was slow to get up, probably knew there was no one outside but was going to check anyway. 

She walked over to the window. I remember the lights were out and I thought she'd probably need the light to see so I flipped them on. She whipped around faster than I had ever seen before, turning her dark eyes on me and saying: "Turn the damn light off. They'll see us in here." 

I remember that like it was yesterday... I wish I was seven again instead of trying to write an eight page paper in one night. Whoo.

catch you later,

Karleigh

"Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things." // unknown