In winter, we brandished bread-bag-bundled feet and slid them into our snow boots.
In summer, we adventured barefoot through sprinkler-strewn backyards.
“Stay away from the neighbor boy,” Mrs. F said.
He was as tall as a tale, dribbled lemonade and had chicken pox that looked like acne.
We didn’t listen.
V. Leigh is a dream maker and a storyteller. She has worked in the entertainment industry for the better part of the past twenty years and spends her time supporting artists.
A delightful romp. Thank you, V!
Thank you!!! 🙏
Climbed into V’s time machine (see above) and went to a pox party 70 years ago, my little sister never forgave me. Thanks V for the time trip and the memories – well written – good job 👍❤️
So glad you liked it!
Fantastic read. Like stepping into the wayback machine!
Thank you! ❤️
❤️🔥love the imagery of your words
Thank you ❤️