Stars
In West Texas on a clear summer night, there's a marvelous display of twinkling lights. In the country they appear to be more spectacular. At a very young age, on one of those wonderful cool nights, my best friend Dottie, my brother Sharol, and I got to sleep outside in my grandparent's backyard. Instead of going right to sleep, we did our best to count as many stars as we could. Before long we got bored. So, in the dark we head ed to grandad's old, black, ford pick-up. Dottie got in the front seat and pretended she was driving to church. Sharol and I jumped into the bed of the truck and stood behind the cab. In unison and very loud, the three of us began to sing hymns. In the middle of Amazing Grace, we heard a strange voice louder than ours. We stopped singing and looked toward the house. Grandmother stood on the front porch frantically waving her hands in the air. She yelled, "It's after one in the morning. You kids get back to bed."