I regret not talking more to Mama and Daddy about our past. The why's and why not's? How come, and when? The details of our family past which are now spotted with blanks and gaps I'll never be able to fill in.
In our family past, there was a brief period of time when we lived in McRae Ga, and Daddy either owned or just operated the Cook's Superette. It was here that I attended part of the 1st grade and all of the 2nd grade before we moved back to Butler Ga.
A lot happened in just a short period of time. They killed our dog, I got a bad case of sand worms in my feet, got bit by a dog, learned to smoke, looked a girly books, played army on the roof of the house, set a few yards on fire, fell in love with goat meat, flipped a pop-up camper up on its end, and Daddy almost died from a brain tumor.
