When I came home from school, one of my jobs was to kill a few chickens and cut fire wood. My life was easy I thought. I never knew just how hard they were having it, people would come over to visit, and in the summer we sat on the front porch and talked and laughed a lot. At night we could hear the frogs making their strange sounds, and when everyone went home, we could go to sleep by the sounds they were making. One thing that made night time so scary is we had no street lights, you could hear everything, but see nothing. You couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. In the middle of the night at our house, the bath room was a place you did not want to go, it was on the back porch, so we would make an effort to take care of that before dark. The things we went thru back then, it was not hard to believe in God, and when the morning came you would forget just how afraid you really were. I thank GOD for those good days, for watching over all of us.