Tear it up as much as you like. This is the beginning of this chapter

A Storm is Coming!! I was all fidgety, I couldn’t hold still to save my life. I went to talk with Pop. I went out to his workshop, which he always kept locked, even when he was working in it. Knocked on the door and there was no answer. I headed to his office, using the side door to our house. I knew he would be there or in the kitchen helping Mom. I once asked why he kept it locked. He said to keep me safe. “From what exactly?? Mom’s pet dragon, which I never get to see??” Pop just smiled and ruffled my hair. My Pop was the best father in the world; he was almost 6 feet tall and very strong, without showing it. I have been told several times that I could be his twin. To this, that day makes me very proud. I found him in his favorite chair, behind his desk, deep in thought with a frown on his face. When he had that look, I knew better than to ask any questions. As I turned around to leave, he said, “There is a storm coming!” I found Mom in the kitchen standing on her cooking stool, Pop had made just for her. She was wearing her hand made jeans, and a handmade buttercup yellow pull over blouse. I think she was making some kind of pasta dish. was making some kind of pasta dish. “Hi Mom, what c’ya doin??” She looked at me, with her serious voice, “Is that the proper way to talk to me??” “No Mam”, I was looking at the table in embarrassment. “Now look up at me and ask correctly.” I looked up and in to her big hazel eyes, “Hi Mom, what are you doing??” Mom could have passed for Tinkerbell in that she was barely five feet tall. She had waist length, beautiful wavy honey red hair that had a glow all of its own. She got a big smile that filled the room with love, got down from the cooking stool, came around to my end of the table and gave me a big hug. Sometimes it’s good to make a mistake; I’ll have to remember that.