Song: Who wouldn't want to be me?

By: Keith Urban

Start song at (1)

Mrs. Bennett walked back into the living room; in her arms she held a leather bound book. Jack could tell it was old but had been obviously well taken care of.

"What's that mommy?" Sophie asked when she noticed her mom.

"Can't be! Molly!?" Grandpa Bennett marveled.

Mrs. Bennett only smiled as she set the binder on the coffee table.

"What is it grandpa?" Tommy asked.

"That is the oldest family album our family owns. But I thought it was lost years ago!"

"I had the good fortune to find it when I was spring cleaning this year." Mrs. Bennett explained happily. "Still wrapped in the oil-soaked cloth and perfectly intact! Can you believe it?" She slowly opened the cover with great care to reveal hand drawn charcoal pictures. They showed a small village, woods, and nature drawings. Animals, trees, and several pictures of a certain pond, every single place that was depicted Jack recognized. It was as if he was back inside his memories.

"The zero the village I grew up in." He whispered to Jamie.

"Really? Cool!" The young Bennett exclaimed.

Molly Bennett acted natural but in truth she was eavesdropping on the two of them, still she continued to flip through the pages.

"What you looking for?" Max asked.

"A specific family portrait. You see our ancestor, the one who drew these pictures, was born and raised here."

This new knowledge brought him strange mixture of emotions to Jack. He was both pleased and scared; he had been starting to suspect that the Bennett's were… Would have been nice to have something he'd thought lost forever, wished for with all his heart… But then, on the same front, it would also mean he would never be truly able to be a part of that same thing he'd wished for.

"Ah, here we are."

The drawing showed a simple log cabin with a log fence full of sheep, complete with lean to shelter for the animals. In front of the cabin a simple family stood. They were a little hard to make out, because of their details had become blurred with age, but you could tell they were a mother, father, son, and daughter.

"The one who drew these pictures was this little girl." Mrs. Bennett pointing to the daughter. "And this was her family. Her brother always taught her to see the fun and appreciate what she had, no matter what happened."

As the kids browsed through the charcoal drawings Mrs. Bennett started to tell them one of the oldest family stories that have been passed down." One day our ancestor was being bullied by a bunch of rich kids, when her brother came over and saw this he decided to intervene. He helped pick his sister up off the ground and said: "Come on we don't need to be around these guys." The bullies weren't done; they decided they turn their attention to her brother. Calling him things like a dirt crawler and is saying that no matter how hard he or any of his kind worked they would never have anything to show for it. Even going so far is to boast about their own expensive clothes and shoes comparing them to the siblings' outfits. The brother however only smiled and turned to them saying: (1) "I may have no money in my pockets, but I've got everything I could want. In fact who would want to be me?" His bold statements and show that he honestly did not care what the rich kids said cause the bullies to become speechless. That was not the first or the last time that her brother had shown her that it meant much more to be proud of who you are, and to find the fun in what you had then it was to actually have all the money of the world could offer.

When Sophie turned to a picture of a horse drawn cart, with siblings in the driver's seat, Mrs. Bennett started in on another tail. "The siblings learned all about running a farm from their father, and when the brother went to take the phlox fleece to market he always took his sister along for the ride. To help pass the time she learned how to play the banjo during those long trips."

"And the banjo has been an instrument taught through generation after generation in our family." Great grandpa said. This bit of information got a lot of attention.

"Can I learn?"

"Me too?"

"Yeah, yeah!"

The children started clambering to be taught causing the adults, and Jack, the chuckle. With the promise of banjo lessons everyone seem to quote quiet down again and the old book what became the center of everyone's attention once more.

"What were our ancestors' names?" Jamie asked.

"I'm getting there Jamie! Don't rush the story." Mrs. Bennett chided.

"Okay, okay." The boy sighed.

"K, k." Sophie clapped and tried to copy her brother.

Mrs. Bennett continued her story. "As I was saying he was her teacher, her protector, and her best friend. And his motto never changed."

"Who wouldn't want to be me?" The kids all leapt in.

"That's right. The family farm was built over 300 years ago. The family never had much but they never cared. In fact many could say that Mr. and Mrs. Overland and the two Overland children were one of the happiest families to live in the small village."

Jack froze! He could still hear Mrs. Bennett talking but he could not do anything but stare in complete shock.

"Their daughter Mary to Jacob Bennett and started this tradition of keeping family stories alive every year. Her name was Penny Overland."

"What was her brother's name?"

"That's another story."

"What! Can't just leave it there! Please! Please, don't stop!" The kids begged and while Mrs. Bennett waited for them to settle down, she kept the Kenai and Jack. The boy looked like he wanted to run away and jump for joy at the same time.

"If you want to hear the rest,… Jack why don't you turn to the page I marked with a bookmark."

Shaking slightly, partially because he was giddy with nerves and partially because all of the room's eyes were on him, Jack moved to the book.