When I was a little child, happiness was there a while.....

As a small child, I lived a quaint life in the country, I had wild flowers for friends and green grass to lie in and hide. The sky was vast, blue and white and open to sunshine. It was a small town. The house that my parents built on a hill was a dream turned nightmare. The property was twenty acres of land and my parents found a home away from home. They left the urban rat race to live a quieter life. The other option at the time was heading to Death Valley were the land was just as cheap. My parents bought twenty acres in the 1970's for nearly $20,000. Both of them come from the east coast, my mother from Pennsylvania and my father from Connecticut. My mother was Jewish and her husband was Italian Catholic. The two had other family members that disapproved of their union but when they met on the campus of USC, my father vigorous pursued her until she relented and became a part of his life.