Hello, My name is Marie and I live in a small community in Western North Carolina. Take care of the minutes and the hours will take care of themselves. Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterward. The Girl I Used To Be Across the fields of yesterday, Pigtails flying in the wind; I catch a glimpse of a little girl, Playing happily with her friends. Uncumbered by the cares of life, She usually visits with me; Just long enough to let me know, She's the girl I used to be. Sometimes I see her knowing look, Then a thought to me is sent; Did I become the woman, That she thought I might have been? |