I had a wonderful childhood. I remember playing in the snow and picking wild violets in the woods in the summer... I rememter getting into my sister's dancing clothes and her skates and making her mad. Playing with neighbors making mud pies.. Playing hopscotch and jumping rope and hoola hoops..Collecting pop bottles to get money for candy and money to go swimming..Making mother angry tracking mud through the house. climbing trees and eating strawberries in the neighbor's garden. It goes on and on and on.. Oo yes, Mr. Penrod, the old man that lived across the road from us. I loved him so much. I even packed my clothes and told him I was moving in, but he sent me home :*(... He was the best person in the whole world. .... Good memories make me smile...

I don't think my childhood made me crazy.. I think mama must of dropped me on my head when a baby.. grins...