Sad to say but being Native American and not knowing how your people lived and survived day to day is how I grew up. Now I live to learn and perfect those skills and abilities and pass them on to my children and any who wish to learn.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
There once was a Mother named Crystal
whose looks could bring a whistle
to all she was sweet and kind
but when her children where not in line
Crystal could be quiet a pistol