I don’t know why it happened.
I don’t know how it happened.
It just did.
This is just my thought on so many instances. Past and present. I just know that God loves me, and He hears me.
The times I remember most are the times I have photographs of.
Happy, or sad.
It’s the times I want to remember;
I can be a normal 19 year old one night a week, when my medicine isn’t making me sick. Even if I have no energy to mini golf, I still am going to try. I want to remember the times that I was able to spend all my money on arcade games, and lose horribly to my 13 year old brother.
- KarleyKay&Red.
More minigolf photos here!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dearjeannemarie/sets/72157624904121363/
