I have a bucket list. She had one, a stupid one long forgotten now.
I've always wanted to go to Disneyland. You know the one in Orlando? Dad promised to take me there this summer. They never did.
I guess I can finally tick that one off. It's ironic that she never will.
Sky-diving is also on my list. Mum won't give me permission to do it, but you bet I will once I turn 18. Your mum wouldn't have made a difference anyway.
Jo made one too. She says she's only going to start ticking them off once she gets to 20 years old. She never will.
Right now I want to tick off the easiest thing on my list: grow a flower garden.
Flowers will only wither and die in the end.
