The year was 1990. I was a little under four feet tall, above average for a five going on six year old. And I was rockin’ my neon pink and sky blue swimming suit and heart-shaped sunglasses. I climbed up the stairs leading to the swimming pool for my first swimming lesson. When I reached the top,…
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Flower Eleven: Marigold–Grief
Emma I began touring the floral shops on Friday morning. I’d never been so nervous in my life. It was the first time I was on my own on one of Grandmother’s weekend tests. Only Porter was with me, but he was just driving. I had to go into the shops all by myself. The…
Untold Tales by a Whimsical Wallflower 