be all over you trying to get you to stay. i didn t want them to change my mind. why did you want to leave? there was just no more hope anymore. i mean, as hard as i tried to be a good person or to follow their rules, i could never be good enough. three months ago, roy and becky reunited in salt lake. the city where they grew up. it s taken a bit to get to know each other again. i knew him as my little brother that i took care of. it s a memory that becky and roy share right here in salt lake. at the base of little cottonwood canyon sits an abandoned house in a suburban neighborhood this is becky and roy s childhood home. as a little kid, i can remember early mornings weeding in the garden. my favorite memories are the mountains and the reservoir we swam in. you-all lived here before you father became the prophet.
if you tell anybody, they will be all over you trying to get you to stay. i didn t want them to change my mind. why did you want to leave? there was just no more hope anymore. i mean, as hard as i tried to be a good person or to follow their rules, i could never be good enough. three months ago, roy and becky reunited in salt lake. the city where they grew up. it s taken a bit to get to know each other again. i knew him as my little brother that i took care of. it s a memory that becky and roy share right here in salt lake. at the base of little cottonwood canyon sits an abandoned house in a suburban neighborhood this is becky and roy s childhood home. as a little kid, i can remember early mornings weeding in the garden. my favorite memories are the
did you tell anyone that you were leaving? no. if you tell anybody, they will be all over you trying to get you to stay. i didn t want them to change my mind. why did you want to leave? there was just no more hope anymore. i mean, as hard as i tried to be a good person or to follow their rules, i could never be good enough. three months ago, roy and becky reunited in salt lake. the city where they grew up. it s taken a bit to get to know each other again. i knew him as my little brother that i took care of. it s a memory that becky and roy share right here in salt lake. at the base of little cottonwood canyon sits an abandoned house in a suburban neighborhood this is becky and roy s childhood home. as a little kid, i can remember early mornings weeding in the garden. my favorite memories are the mountains and reservoir we swam? you-all lived here before you father became the prophet. what was he like back then? pretty normal. he would take us up the canyon hiking
rules, i could never be good enough. three months ago, roy and becky reunited in salt lake. the city where they grew up. it s taken a bit to get to know each other again. i knew him as my little brother that i took care of. it s a memory that becky and roy share right here in salt lake. at the base of little cotton wood canyon sits an abandoned house in a suburban neighborhood this is becky and roy s childhood home. as a little kid, i can remember early mornings weeding in the guarden. my favorite memories are the mountains and reservoir we swam? you-all lived here before you father became the profit. what was he like back then? pretty normal. he would take us up the canyon hiking and go on picnics every once in awhile. at the time, warren had seven
rules, i could never be good enough. three months ago, roy and becky reunited in salt lake. the city where they grew up. it s taken a bit to get to know each other again. i knew him as my little brother that i took care of. it s a memory that becky and roy share right here in salt lake. at the base of little cottonwood canyon sits an abandoned house in a suburban neighborhood this is becky and roy s childhood home. as a little kid, i can remember early mornings weeding in the garden. my favorite memories are the mountains and reservoir we swam? you-all lived here before you father became the prophet. what was he like back then? pretty normal. he would take us up the canyon hiking and go on picnics every once in awhile. at the time, warren had seven wives and 20 children.