With each step we leave in our wake its a new beginnings. For the steps we left behind are what was, has now are memories. Live Love with laughter and peace.
Monday, 11 June 2012
TCR Palette 114
Title:- Moment In Time
Here I am in 1979 dressed up like a witch for a Halloween Costume Party, I made the outfit myself and I burrowed an old broom from my mum. I was nineteen at the time and was going to a community hall with the rest of my classmates. Then it was off to a friends farm for a night of ghost stories and of course drinking weird green drinks and blood red juice, and trying to see who could scare the most people and bobbing for rotten apples. This was the end of our time at being in the final year of school, are memories.