Stories from my Son

If you sit and listen to your kids , who knows where that is going to go. My son told me a story about when he and his friend went out for a bike ride hell bent on camping. They ventured from Berlin and ended up in a field outside the city.

It was dark and they couldn’t see much of anything. It was quiet so that is where they pitched a tent for the night.

The following morning they woke in a picturesque field surrounded by sheep. Soon after,they were greeted by the sheep farmer who patiently questioned them as to why they were sleeping in his field.

I am not sure what story they explained to the sheep herder.

What ever it was, the farmer was okay with it.

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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