The higher ground Like 0 Twitter Angie Trafford Follow Oct. 25, 2016, 2:26 p.m. in Creative Views: 650 Like us on facebook When we were going to move into our new home the excitement overwhelmed us. It was going to be our first home and it was completely perfect, even down to a small part of the white picket fencing. However, the day we moved in I saw my new neighbors wrinkle their noses in disgust at the family that was moving in. You could almost see them thinking white trash. Out of pure spite, I made every effort to prove them right by making sure that we littered our yard with spare tires, trailers, and everything else they would have expected from a young single mother. My young son was higher than that, though, and one day I woke up to find that he had extended the white picket fence so they were no longer in our view, and they could no longer judge what we had. Perfect. That day I set about tidying the yard. Published by Angie Trafford Share Mail Messenger Twitter Pinterest Linkedin Comments Related Article Creative The story of the kite and bridle Creative Grinn: Tales Of The Cheshire Cat - Chapter Three Creative Excerpts that have transformed me into who I am today.