|I think Holly takes the world for granted. And why not? The world is hers.|
The world wasn't mine when I was little. It belonged to grownups, and I was told how to sit, what to say, what to eat and how to hold the spoon. I was told where to play, who with, and how long. If I got dirty or tore my clothes I was in trouble. I was told what was good and what was bad.
Holly takes the world for granted, and I'm thrilled about that.
photo by Sandra Dodd