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.