I Have Lovely Memories Of Los Angeles

In Seventh Grade...i Found A Place On The [library]shelf Where My Book Would Be If I Ever Wrote A Book, Which I Doubted.

Neither The Mouse Nor The Boy Was The Least Bit Surprised That Each Could Understand The Other. Two Creatures Who Shared A Love For Motorcycles Naturally Spoke The Same Language.

She Means Well, But She Always Manages To Do The Wrong Thing. She Has A Real Talent For It.

I Had A Very Wise Mother. She Always Kept Books That Were My Grade Level In Our House.

As A Child, I Disliked Books In Which Children Learned To Be 'better' Children.