|A Penny For Your Thoughts|
By Nancy Whitaker
THE DAYS OF CLOUDS AND CLOVER
As I was driving home from work the other day, enjoying the nice sunny weather, I happened to look up at the blue skies and the white fluffy clouds.
Of course, this scene triggered my mind to go back and remember the era in which I grew up. I thought of the simple ways that as kids how we used to entertain and occupy ourselves for hours.
We lived in the country and one of my favorite things to do was just lie on the ground on my back and gaze at the sky. As I peered into the clouds, I always thought to myself, “What is up there? Where is Heaven? If people are walking on streets of gold, why can’t I see them? Why don’t they fall out of the sky?”
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