i remember the day so clearly, although it must have been twelve years ago now. i was at the baseball diamond in sprucedale. i was too young to be playing ball out in the field with my brother and sister. i was not far from where my mother sat, cheering them on. i could have cared less about the game then. i was hunting in the clover patches. i was set on proving to everyone that four leaf clovers exist and that i could find one.
when i brought it to my mother, she thought it was a trick at first. she thought i had ripped a leaf off of another clover and was holding it there. but when she took it in her hand, she knew it was the real