Excerpt: The Garden (pending)

I was an ordinary child, I suppose. I had got my troubles in school out of the way by the end of the eighth grade and was doing well. My parents were proud of me, and I myself. There was one thing that stood out about eighth grade above all the rest. Sure, I could tell you about the science report I did about time-travel. Or I could tell you about me being checked for and diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder. But, in all honesty, I would much rather talk about Her.