On Ellis Road I…
Grew-up.
Chased birds.
Was in a car crash.
Was sprayed by a skunk.
Invented skateboard/skiing behind a bike with a ski rope.
Learned to ride a bike.
Crashed a bike.
Lost dogs.
Was pushed in a wheelchair by my run-crazy mom.
Learned to drive.
Rode the mower to the neighbors.
Hit a brand spankin’ new white Cadillac with a juicy red tomato.
Had ants in my pants.
All of these things and more.
Norway and Iceland might be the best places to live, but life on Ellis Road wasn’t too bad.
Grew-up.
Chased birds.
Was in a car crash.
Was sprayed by a skunk.
Invented skateboard/skiing behind a bike with a ski rope.
Learned to ride a bike.
Crashed a bike.
Lost dogs.
Was pushed in a wheelchair by my run-crazy mom.
Learned to drive.
Rode the mower to the neighbors.
Hit a brand spankin’ new white Cadillac with a juicy red tomato.
Had ants in my pants.
All of these things and more.
Norway and Iceland might be the best places to live, but life on Ellis Road wasn’t too bad.
1 comment:
Thank you. Simple but so meaningful.
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