From four bikes to four kids
Prompt: Write a memoir in six words, no more, no less.
“Go west, young man!” Went north.
Figuring things out with life’s challenges
Once so mousy — now I roar.
Funny, I never meant life seriously
Bologna tacos and other poor choices
Resolved to make mistakes. Mostly successful.
Dancing brought God into my life.
Four years, dated 13, then George.
Should have had more stupid fun.