One mile from where the pavement ends stands the old homestead where my hooky playing tale begins.

One mile from where the pavement ends stands the old homestead where my scary tale begins.

He raised his arms and suddenly we were in another part of my future………..

Numbers on Triond.

I might live to regret this, but what the?

Every one has some things they hate to love.

One mile from where the pavement ends stands the old homestead where my swimming tale begins.

One mile from where the pavement ends stands the old homestead where my Road to Nowhere tale begins.

One mile from where the pavement ends stands the old homestead where my painful tale begins.

One mile from where the pavement ends stands the old homestead where my fishing tale begins.