Those Brightly Colored leaves
It was a typical fall morning. The brightly colored leaves crackling under my feet, as I raked them into small mounds for my children to carry to the smelly compost pile, that we kept behind our old red barn. As I stopped and looked around the yard to see just how much work I had accomplished that morning, I noticed Shelley, my oldest of the three children, hanging out of the upstairs window, frantically waving her arms and motioning for me to come in. Since Shelley rarely gets excited about anything, I immediately knew something was very wrong! Before I could make my way into the house, Shelley swung the door open and shouted "Nana called and is crying really bad." After calming Shelley down, I tried to make sense out of what she was trying to tell me, when suddenly, the phone rang. I picked up the phone and heard my Mothers scared voice on the other end. She kept mumbling something about the water faucet on her bathtub. After several seconds, I realized she was not just scared, but extremely confused. She just kept saying, over and over " I know I know how to turn it on, but I just can't remember." My immediate thought was: I'm in Minnesota and she's in Las Vegas.