edgar arnold , jr's Writings
My childhood friend, O how I miss you. Somewhere between the little red wagon and my first car I lost you. Gone along with the pop guns and fire trucks, my best friend. Memories drift by like leaves on a summer wind, floating , twirling , twisting and then gone. If there is a second childhood I only hope you are there with me to enjoy the last years as much...
I live in the central part of kentucky and have for most of my 48 years. I love to read all types of books. I read almost every day and write when ever something catches my attention or pops in my head. I have never published anything and would love to see...