When I was a kid, we made endless trips to the corner liquor store to buy candy. [In California mini marts are called liquor stores, for you Washingtonians.]
Now the tradition lives on with Anastasia and Alexander. Xander had some money burning a hole in his pocket, so they walked to the Hemlock store after school today.
It makes me sad that it is no longer safe to do many of the things that I did as a kid, but it is nice to give them this small freedom.
“The events of childhood do not pass, but repeat themselves like seasons of the year.”
Eleanor Farjeon
1 comment:
yeah, there are bad guys at Hemlock!
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