I come from…

I come from…

Moutains that strech into the sky. I come from Apple trees just beginning to bloom for those big red, juicy apples dragging the branches to the ground. I come from old dirty roads that climb the hills. I come from a garden right beside our old home. I come from a country life with family, friends and neighbors.

This book is for my favorite teacher, Mrs. Halsey, a thank you for all she’s done.