Anicka Winfield

The Journal of Extraordinary Tales

November 27, 2006 We all walk paths that diverge at a crossroads. We make choices that open every new door that we step through. In this case, it was a window for me. A window of opportunity, if you will. It all started on a typical day that ultimately became a pivotal moment that would change the rest of my life for the extraordinary. Something so simple as the need to go to the library. It was approximately 8:45 am. It was November and chilly. Fall had finally changed the leaves' color and surrounded the town in hues of reds, oranges, and yellows. As I walked down the street, I gazed towards the older buildings noting how tarnished they looked, and with a bit of TLC, the town could revive their beauty.