Did I ever tell you I was once a four-leaf-clover magnet? It's true. I would look for hours and hours and every time, in every patch of three-leaf clovers I'd find one with four. I'm telling you, there's one in every patch, but you're got to look. I remember the first four-leaf clover I ever found. I was six, and it was in my front yard. I felt so lucky! (Now I've got fourteen and counting taped in my journal.)
My fourteenth four-leaf-clover!
I haven't found one since 2006. I was afraid that I'd lost my magnetism. But today, I was lying in the grass, soaking up the sun (today was the first sunny day in months) and looking for four-leafers like I used to. After about ten minutes of searching in vain, I randomly stopped at this little patch and began looking again.
And there he was. A tiny clover with one, two, three, four leaves. I smiled and plucked him out of the ground, feeling luckier than ever. Yep, I think I've still got it.