Happy I cannot say why I got into my car that evening. The moment I started my car, switching off the radio and rolled down the windows, I just knew. I would be lying if I said I knew exactly what I was going to see that day. I did not even have a destination in mind. I just had this overwhelming desire to drive. My mind on autopilot I turn right down the old familiar streets where I grew up. Getting to a stop sign I made another right on the highway. Driving for a few miles, my mind is completely on autopilot, I make a left turn on county road 70. The wind in my hair, I drive; I drive past the old houses of my past, hoHappy
