Paradee,
Johanna Paradee
Mr. Archambault
English 129
1 June 2011
The Worn Path of Rescue
I believe in dirt roads; where boys who messed around in the sandbox now drive the tractors they once idolized over; where girls find the safety they long for; where parents of all ages watch as their children grow; reflecting on their own adolescent years. These easily forgotten, worn out paths, represent a way of life; a hidden kingdom for one to escape to when modern day life gets overwhelming.
The year between January 2007 and January 2008 was the roughest year of my life. In less than a week I had been informed that my Aunt Beth and my mother’s dearest friend Kathy had both been diagnosed with cancer. Both Kathy and Beth were very active members in my life and two of the closest adults I had at the time. No matter how many times I was told otherwise I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was going to loose them. Beth passed away in June and Kathy the following January.