Oh the places I'll go.....

by Dr. Suess. Sortof. Screwed the title up and when I found the "journaling" which is part of the rhyme/story - I fixed that up to go with the title.
Mixing  I and You would've totally been lame.

 I love it.

Anyway continuing on in accident vein - the arrows. It kinda looked stupid but I'm good with now the "journaling" is on them.

The bike - it is quite the rite of passage. You learn to balance, pedal, and steer. And when you get a little older -hopefully it'll take you places. Nowadays, (geez you know you're getting old when you start a sentence with that word). it has to be tougher. When I was a kid, I was able to freely roam "the hood." Whether walking, running or riding. It was a time when everyone knew everyone and all were watched over. Not in a bad way, cloying way. But in a way that you knew to behave or not get caught because you never wanted to hear the words - I know your mother and we'll be talking. LOL!!! Going back to a time like that would be a good thing. Nothing gives a kidlet confidence like "freedom."

Crate paper, thickers, QK vixen, Sissix slobbery kiss, Amer Craft brads, punched stuff, mm paint, unk arrow.