I turned the corner toward school as I continued talking aloud to no one.

“And what was she doing in my room in the middle of the night? Why would she even look to see if I needed changed? For crying out loud, she’s a cook not a nanny!”

My one sided conversation came to an abrupt end when I nearly walked right into a snow covered pine tree. Don’t ask me how or when, but somewhere along the way I had veered off course and wandered into Memorial Gardens Park.

“Holy shark-bate! What the heck am I doing here?” I exclaimed and noticed that my words seemed to get lost among the snowy landscape.