It's easy to dance to and has lovely parts for us to play. It's 'One More Time!' One, two, play."Mom cried most of the way through it. She finally sto...d in front of the stand with my father behind her holding her in his arms. Karen and Marianne each joined her on either side holding her. We took a break and I left my horn up there for later. The three of them mobbed me!Carol was bringing fresh drinks. She said, "Brad has played that many times but I think that was his best. I think he was. So this behemoth has a pistol pointed at me, and he wants to know my age?"Twenty, sir, I'm 20, and I'm so sorry that I'm in your home," I responded immediately.Instantly and just like that, I became a blubbering idiot. I went off on a tangent explaining who I was, who my sister was, why I was in his apartment, and begging him to, "Please, please, for the love of God, please don't shoot my dumb ass!"'Holy fuck, kid, shut the fuck up already, or I will shoot you," he said with a look of. Even though I was very tired I did not want to walk away from the computer. Finally, I came across a boy who was interested in me and wanted to talk to me, not like 95% of people who only answer the questions. We exchanged accounts on facebook and went to sleep. The next day, we talked for the whole day on Facebook, and in the evening to complete spontana and without planning decided to meet. I had to come to him. A little afraid because we knew each other very briefly and not once was exposed. .. I think it did.Every year I made what was for me a personal pilgrimage to a particular hard to get to place high up in the Uinta Mountains nearby where I live. It's a time for me to get away from it all, alone. Time to gather myself, think, and simply enjoy the peace and quiet of nature as well as the beauty of the surrounding forest and wildlife that is so very much in abundance around the place where I camp. It is a time for reflection and memory of better days, better times.I had a small.