Walker
Chapter 49
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Roughly around this time, in 2003, after we had been to the cabin for a week and I had gotten up on the wakeboard—at the age of forty!—Jackson brought home a poem from school that included a hand-drawn picture of me being pulled behind the ski boat, with him driving. He was eight. 

Mom

My mom is a dreamer
She’s also adventurous when we go on trips.
She’s tall and skinny and never gives up.
She’s not allergic to anything.
The only weird part is she loves to clean…