Placed in my hand as a little kid,
got so attached to the way it made me feel. at times we traveled together from one neighborhood to another; almost consider to be like my morher-
It lead me in the right direction.
It also taught me how to work with others around me, it hepled me to understand i had other out to help me succeed.As i would lead it followed it turn a house into a home; put me in the right zone.
Many roads to take, 'but i choose the roads less traveled by'by this gift thrusted apon me i could never see another gift better for me.
This gift is so simply design, its has nothing more but four lines, cant fit in others hand but it was made to fit in mine... A Basket was the gift and its all mine!
Queen Taz
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