In the year 1942 there was a boy who lived with his mother in a small town in Montana. So small in fact that the nearest building was almost a mile away. When the boy was younger his father was drafted into the Great War and unfortunately he never made it back home to his family. His wife grew very protective over the boy and didn’t let him do much beside work for the family farm, eat ,and sleep. But one day the boy noticed a piece of mail addressed to him, he told his mother and she was quick to act. She ripped the paper out of his hands and said the mail was sent from the devil and he should not be reading it. The boy noticed his mother had been suspicious over the past few months. This bothered her son who was curious as to what was going on. So one night the boy decided to go through his mother things, he then found exactly what he was looking for. The mail, he read the note addressed to him and he was shocked. His mother was so fearful of losing more family in wars she ...
When I was younger I had a great sense for building things and engineering. I used to build all sorts of things, I would build boats out of large plastic bins and float them down the creek. Once I fully disassemble a red Ryder BB gun and put it back together all because I was bored. But as I’ve gotten older I struggle to find joy in these little things and do not often see myself wanting to build anything at all.
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