A big project I am working on about a sober living house and our sometimes messed up lives....
But...hope is always present with God as our Saviour...
1986 Tonkawa, Oklahoma
The Swimming Hole is what we called it. Down a long, narrow trail, off the dirt road in the middle of nowhere in the countryside of Oklahoma me, Sarah and Mindy ran impatiently toward the swampy river so we could swing off the crazy rope and make a splash . It wasn’t very long ago we had learned to swim and now we were here ruling the banks of the Salt fork. So we thought.
There was always a parent trailing not far behind.
Always wanting to grow up way too fast…at least for now