My Strange Fascination
I have always had this fascination with old cemeteries. I remember walking around on Sunday afternoon with my grandmother in one of the oldest cemeteries in the city looking for the headstone of a friend of hers. I marveled at the old mausoleums and ornate headstones. I was not frighted or scared, even when the sun began to set I felt at peace. Years later this fascination was still with me and whenever the opportunity to...
