Terry Holt

Twelve Again Terry Holt

Our journey began with the trail off the main street of which is Holmes Road. Along this particular street, we rode our bikes up and down the concrete hills in search of the path into the plains of the wooded area. There would be the beginning of our journey. Before then though, all I could think to myself while sitting idle on the porch was "Be no punk for no one - not the bees, nor the dogs that ran around in packs." Neither would the bullies deter me from the way I had set out to live.