Derek picked the spot? Had he been hoping I'd be blinded by the morning sun and stumble off the edge?

I don't read much of what I write because I worry about unintentionally borrowing something.

He obviously needed more practice, but no matter how often I abandoned him out there, his sense of direction never seemed to improve.

I remember hearing myself start to whimper, a five-year-old, crouched by the side of the road, staring into my father's eyes, whimpering because it was so dark and there was no one coming to help, whimpering because my mother was back in the crushed car, not moving, and my father was lying here in the dirt, not answering me, not holding me, not comforting me, not helping my mother get out of the car, and there was blood, so much blood, and broken glass everywhere, and it was so dark and so cold and no one was coming to help.

He said "cool" like I say a Spanish word when I'm not sure of the pronunciation.

Yes you're getting your tattoo." I threw my arms around Dad's neck. "Thank you!" "Hey," Mom said. "I'm the one who had to persuade him it wasn't turning his little girl into a streetwalker." "I never said that," Dad said. "No?" I said. "Cool. Cause I've decided to skip the paw print. I'm thinking of a tramp stamp with flames that says 'Hot in Here.' No wait. Arrows. For directionally challenged guys

When you accept a leadership role, you take on extra responsibility for your actions toward others.