barbara carroll
I.love.books. (and cameras)
When I was a little girl, all I wanted to do was read. One day, to avoid my pesky little brothers, I went to a horse pasture and climbed a tree with my book. I fell out of the tree and broke my arm. It was broken in the upper part of my arm so the recovery meant 6 weeks home from school. My mother was not a happy camper. Who knew reading could be so dangerous?
I.love.books. (and cameras)
When I was a little girl, all I wanted to do was read. One day, to avoid my pesky little brothers, I went to a horse pasture and climbed a tree with my book. I fell out of the tree and broke my arm. It was broken in the upper part of my arm so the recovery meant 6 weeks home from school. My mother was not a happy camper. Who knew reading could be so dangerous?