'UNDER PRESSURE': MY MARLIN 30-30 RIFLE -Part II | Two Drops of Ink: A Literary Blog
Looking back, during my elementary school years, I would anticipate 3 p.m. with great apprehension. That's when school let out. My gut would churn worried about going home to find a crooked car in the driveway. The anticipation of the unknown would almost paralyze me every day. Even into my junior high and high school years, it continued.