The winter of 1981 brought with it that magical combination of heavy snowfalls and the freedom of play that comes with being six years old. I loved… Read more “The Snowball Fight”
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Hide and Seek
In my earliest memory, I am not quite three years old and I am crawling out of my parents’ tent in the early morning. I made my… Read more “Hide and Seek”
Roadside Assistance
I am not sure how old I was when it happened. But I do know my feet didn’t reach the floor of the car and could only just see out the window to the rain soaked world beyond. I don’t recall where we were going, but my brother Charlie wasn’t with us. My parents were talking about nothing that concerned me at all, and I was content to watch the rain-soaked scenery float past…
