Fifteen. Sixteen was probably something, but fifteen - fifteen was a place between here and nowhere.
Jacqueline WoodsonI wouldn't mind the early autumn if you came home today I'd tell you how much I miss you and know I'd be okay. It's funny how we never know exactly how our life will go It's funny how a dream can fade with the break of day. Time can't erase the memory and time can't bring you home Last Summer was a part of me and now a part is gone. โMargaret
Jacqueline Woodson