1966 was a year of breathless wonder to me. Maybe not in the sense of amazing adventures, but definitely in the sense of having the wind knocked out of me. I was six-years-old, and I guess it just came with my maturity. The first time happened below the monkey bars (the highest one), from which I’d fallen. As I struggled to …
“Dear Diary, Today, I lost Tutti’s panties.” Possibly, for you, losing a doll’s underwear may not be a traumatic event, but to this seven-year-old, it proved journal worthy. Now, a second-grade diary is filled with the ups and downs of daily life. The birth of kittens. A fish fry with friends. A spelling bee at school. The backfired plot to frighten …
