|Our Yard in Omaha, NE.|
Years and years and years ago, about 60 of them, we had moved to a new and better portion of Tacoma, Washington. It was a larger house than anything we'd been in. I was 9 years old and in 4th grade, and I had 4 younger sisters... much younger than I was.
The portion upstairs was where 4 of us were. We had a couple of beds and a dresser. We played up there and jumped around and about. I did my school classing issues up there. I'll never forget that place. When I'm in Tacoma I almost always drive past it. It's improved over the years. NOW it's for sale for nearly $400,000. That is truly amazing!! It does look nice, but knowing that neighborhood, still seeing some of the houses that look similarly, I'm a little shocked.
One of the issues I titled this caused me to move to truly hate the moths. I hadn't seen them prior to this, I don't think. However, when we went to bed, and the light was turned off, I was overwhelmed by what happened then.
There was a small hole in the wall by my bed. I can't remember which of my sisters was in the bed with me. However, I was next to the wall. As it was dark, these bugs flew over my face, touching my cheeks and going through my hair. I was filled with anger and fear.
The stretch of time ever since, I have been a butterfly lover, around and about our nation and other nations. But moths have driven me nuts when going around and about lamps or any other kind of lights.
I look forward to seeing butterflies in heaven. Truly, truly, really, really do.