“Innocence tinctures all things with the brightest hues.” ~Edward Counsel
Last summer my sister and I returned to our childhood community.
In our travels we discussed how things aren’t always how they seem to be. In our youthful minds two hills that were in our neighborhood, which we climbed to go to the bus stop and to visit our friends up the street, seemed to be ginourmous. Oh how they added to the burdens we beared as we headed off to school with our backpacks feeling unprepared – homework not completed, reading assignments ignored and mounting peer pressure as we matured.
As adults we saw for ourselves that the many challenges we faced were merely molehills rather then mountains. With age, everything comes into real perspective.
In my memoir, I mention childhood illness, and how fortunate I was to go through the most difficult times of my life unaware of…
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