If I was blogging at nine years old you would be reading posts like this:
NEW YEAR’S EVE 1973
It was the last day in 1973. That was when we went to our cabin. The trail was long. Up hills. Down hills. In and out of the woods. My foot went down a mud hole. We went across a bog and finally reached our cabin. We came back in 1974 with five rabbits and a weasel. After that night I said I would never go up there again.