They say everything seems bigger in Texas. Not in East Texas, where I grew up. Our town sat in the middle of a pine forest; all around we had piney woods closing in on us.
Now and again our folks let me and my brother sleep in a makeshift tent in the back yard. When all the town lights went out and folks were sleeping, sometimes the wind whispered in a sinister voice in the pines--and we feared The Night Demons were gonna come and snatch us away before daybreak.
Thank goodness, they never did . . . .
Now and again our folks let me and my brother sleep in a makeshift tent in the back yard. When all the town lights went out and folks were sleeping, sometimes the wind whispered in a sinister voice in the pines--and we feared The Night Demons were gonna come and snatch us away before daybreak.
Thank goodness, they never did . . . .
