Looking back on my childhood, I now realize I was a somewhat mischievous kid. During the summer months especially, “our gang” of neighborhood children would circle around on our bikes playing “doorbell ditch.”
She was born with perfect skin into an imperfect world.
I remember her peach-soft, Milky, white skin on Birth Day. Little arms that reached out for hugs,arms that slid through tiny shirts and lacy dresses.