book start maybe

Prolog

I’ve tried weighting this book a few times. My sister wrote a memoir and it was amazing. After doing so she said it made her feel free getting it out. She encouraged me to wright my own, being she is my big sister I thought I should try. When I tried I was trying to wright mine I tried to wright it  like she wrote hers, however I am not her and therefore I needed time to find my style, for if you read her book and mine I doubt you could tell we are sisters at all; as, our lives have little that ties us. She also changed everyone’s names in her book, I was Kate in her book as she has already written hers I feel its safe to use her real name in mine though most others I will call them also by false names for safety. After this book I plan to add some end of the book log to back story my mother and father a bit as I think you may have many questions once you finish this so do look out for that.

Chapter 1 The Garden

Hi my name is Kim I will try to tell you around my age though this first part I’m not sure my age young I guess. Before I go too far I will lay out the basis. I was born in August in 1988 my sister is 7 years older and my brother is 13 years older than me.  We all have different dads, as I am the youngest I know the least about my siblings past well I read my sisters book so I learned more but I didn’t live in a time I got to know there dads. Anyhow here goes my story…maybe that should too have been in the prolog.

I always enjoyed the garden it may have been the most normal part of my childhood at the very least if was in the normal spectrum. Each spring we would remove the logs off from our … well I’m not sure what it is called but it was like large long rolls of garbage bag like plastic we place over the dirt in the fall. The logs keep them in place as we take them off we would find many worms long ones the type you would pay for if you fish;  Unfortunately, we did not though one year I did collect them and gave them to my brother for his birthday as mom had gotten him a fishing hat.  Once the logs were off we would buy cow poop and spread that over the dirt normally dad did that as this was “his garden” Then we would hire someone to come with something to turn the dirt. This someone as a man and he would drive his truck into our yard drive the machine off the trailer and over the grass to the garden then he would drive back and forth turning all of the dirt as that’s how it is done. I enjoyed watching him from the egj of the so I was out of the way. I think sister  taught me to not get run over. Later once he had reloaded his big dirt turning ma-jigger we would take some of the dirt and bring it to Agway they would look at the dirt and tell Mom that yes it was good dirt. As they know all about dirt and if the dirt was not good they would tell Mom and we could try to fix it before we put the seeds in. We always had good dirt anyhow. Now our garden was set to plant we would take a trip to the flower shop to buy our pre started tomatoes as dad said “You can’t grow tomatoes from seeds only professionals can do that there too delicate” I believed this as fact as my dad said so, so it must be so. When I was very young my sister would fallow me around and make sure I did not get lost as I loved to explore.  We would go all over I loved to go and pick up the flowers that had fallen down from the planters. My favorite wear these hanging plants that were bright pink and purple. I would collect as many good ones as I could find. I never picked them from the plant as that would hurt the plant. I enjoyed the life all around me, the smell of flowers, the sun coming through the white or clear green houses and the stone paths make me feel like I was in a land of pure magic. Once we had gone all over we would go with whatever my parents had gotten some times they would also buy flowers to add to the flour gardens as well. Once it was time to plant the garden dad would do the tomatoes Mom and I would do the rest. Mom would plant a stick in one end I would walk the other stick to the other end and plant it in, the sticks wear connected by a piece of twine. The dirt was soft nice it had been fluffed. Mom would poke the dirt and tell me how meany seeds to put in each hole we used the twine as a guide so our rows wear straight. Once at the end we would go back down and pet the dirt over the seeds. Mom and I wear bear foot as the soil felt good on our feet. Well it felt good on my feet mons feet had so much dead skin on the bottoms I doubt she felt much of anything. Dad looked over at me and laughed he said my feet wear as black as boot.