"For the most part, those days are ill- defined in my memory, running together and combining like a fresh water color painting... I remember fishing for minnows in a muddy creek and watching sadly as they eluded from my cupped hands" Lizabeth said.
She heard her dad crying and got very mad. "...The bewilderment of being neither child nor woman and yet both at once, the fear unleashed by my father's tears. And these feelings combined in one great impulse toward destruction".
"I leaped furiously into the mounds of marigolds and pulled madly, trampling and pulling and destroying the perfect yellow blooms." She felt really bad and she realized she was growing up and learning to make mistakes. "I scrambled to my feet and stood there and stared at her, and that was the moment when childhood faded and womanhood began.