Wednesday, December 06, 2000

A girl sits on her tire swing, swingging with her little white mutt, Sugar. The girls name is Sara, she is 13 years old. For being 13 she was very short and skinny. When she sits swingging she thinks of far away lands that are so unreal that she doesn't know how she comes up with them. Sara does at least once a day or more. Every since she was 5 years old she had. Every since her dad left for the cold, snowy Alaska. Sara only heard from him about once a month.