A memory

You know, when I was a kid, and before my parents divorced, we used to go up to Tennessee and stay in a chalet up in the mountains for vacation. I remember going to our neighbors house up there and watching the braiding process...it is a loving, caring, slow, laborious process. It's also something that can really bond people together, because you're both sitting there together for such a long time. I just remember the quiet, and occasional popping of the fire while the braiding thing was going on...