Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160305121005/@comment-30582690-20160318013640

The Ancient Pult Ancestor wrote: Mama Golds: 86 years ago, before I was even born, my father was doing the exact same thing. He got on the street & played music. Then he got blind & he soon...you know. Before he was gone, he passed his old wooden strummie down to me when I was 13 years old. And here I am, doing what my father was doing. I thank my father for that.

Bloomie: *listening to the story, she cried* Good for you, Mama Golds...*sniff*...*wipes cheek*...At least your dad was around for a long time...*sniff*...My parents we're sucked up by a storm when I was young...*sob*

//Epic, here's some questions...You can also ask stuff here, either as yourself or as one or more of your characters. //Answered

Kelvin: *turns head away when Mama Goldie starts to talk about how she learned to play the guitar/sing and murmers* At least you knew your parents...

Pea: Uhh... *whispers to Mama Goldie:* This is kinda a touchy subject for him. Can we change the subject?