Hello, my name is Jennifer Lancaster. I live in a good sized home in the suburbs of Little Compton, R.I.
Tuesday- I was going to a flea market for 7 hours; I carried a 5 pound bag the entire time, my shoulders ached for days after that. I sat on a bench and listened to the wind, bees buzzing pasts, and the murmur of friends and negotiation. As I relax, aching pain swept through my body, it hurt to move. I could fell my skin burn raw, sweat dripping off my face, I was not a site to behold. but someone a child would point to his mother. My water bottle ran dry and it would be hours before I could get more.
"Lets go Jen!" My loving mother's words snapped me out of my spiral of pain and sorrow. I begrudgingly got up, and trailed after her. This was going to be a long day.
