Balance~by Autumn Sunshine


The balancing act

is in fact

so off track

a sort of attack

but I’m back…

watch me

I am free

to be

anything I wish today

and I just may

surprise you

very true

ahhh, you see, I knew

I have another plan

and I can

assure you I will


my last dreams

it means

and seems

to be my turn now…



How Many Times Was the Window broken?~Written by Gabs

I was cleaning my own picture window today, not one of my favorite jobs. Come on, is it anyone’s favorite chore, doing the windows? If any of you said yes, I would love to hear from you! Maybe you have good tips to make the window cleaning more fun or excitement or go any faster?

As I was spraying and polishing, I had this thought that took me back to younger days at home as a kid. This does happen to me quite often it seems, my memory bank overflows. In my childhood home, where Mom still lives there is a huge picture window.

I reflected back to that window and the 3 times it got broken that I could recall. I know, it’s quite pitiful to say, yes it was broken more than once. The worst part is we had a overly large backyard to play in.

The side yard was where the largest picture window is. OK, Autumn and I were warned so many times to keep it in the backyard when playing any sort of ball game. Obviously we didn’t listen, or I wouldn’t be recalling the “times” it got broken.

I know the first time the window got nailed is one I will always remember. It was Autumn and I and our buddies and neighbors, Tim and Alex. We were all fooling around with a football, playing touch not tackle. Those boys would never dream of getting that rowdy with us, Dad would have been really quite upset with them. It was all so innocent, we were just going to play a few minutes. Honestly we were, then we were  going to go to the backyard…If only we would have only have just stayed there to start with. Well, Autumn and I too had many “if only” moments it seemed as kids. This time around, it wasn’t just one of us who caused this broken window but really all four of us.

Tossing a football around, well at 8-9 years old it’s something Autumn and I thought was fun. Later, we were just too much the “girly girl” types to dream of touching a football.

I still to this day just cringe thinking of us tossing that football around and it going out of control and the crash. It seemed so loud and we all just stopped in our tracks as Dad stormed out the door. He was steaming mad, who could blame him? Then, before any of us could even speak out stormed Mr A. from their house.

Oh boy, it was big, big trouble for the four of us! Everyone getting lectures, allowances being taken away, all of us grounded for so, so long. New chores being handed out, those Dads just kept rolling! It sounded like our lives were pretty much over for months. Well, we all survived but it was a very, very bad day. Autumn, Tim, Alex and I never played ball in that side yard ever again. For real we didn’t

! So, however do I reflect on at least 3 times of the window geting broken? Well, we had 4 younger sisters. And yes indeed, each set of those sisters and friends had a turn of breaking that window.

Shame on all of us, poor Mom and Dad…They actually managed to stay sane with all 6 of us!