Team Gray!

“. . . and this is Sam.” “Hi,” Sam squeaked as he scampered around his deck railing. Andrea continued with her introductions. “This is Alex.” “Hi.” Alex smiled through two missing front teeth. “And this is Charlotte.” Something about Charlotte made me know I wanted to be her friend. Sometimes you just know when you’ve met someone you’ll get along with.
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I had a tricycle until I was 6. I rode it up and down the Chicago sidewalks. I got very good at it, too. I was six when we moved to Nashville, and I still rode my trike up and down our new street, Edwin Warner Drive. Grandmommy Alma sent Zeke and me our first bikes for Christmas of 1973. They were cool three speed bikes with banana seats and hand brakes. Mine was blue. Read the rest of this entry »

We brought our swingset from Nashville with us. It was metal, green, like our volkswagon, and white striped. It seemed to me as a child that my mother wanted everything in that same shade of green. She even had daddy paint our house in Chicago to match that distinct shade of blue/green. Read the rest of this entry »