Hell or High Water . . . They're Growing . . .

Nostalgia can hit you like a brick over the head; unexpected like a snow storm in summer . . .

Where did these babies go? 

No more naked in the corn field . . .

No more baldy cousins at twilight, at least for another sixty to eighty years . . .

These monkeys grew and morphed . . .

Transformed and became the current beings they are now. . .

Sweet as peaches, but babies no longer. 

                            

                                            ~Marica