When I was five, we moved to Bethesda, Maryland. Our stuff was delayed for about a week so we moved into an empty three-story house with hard wood floors and old green radiators that would burn your skin raw if you sat on them. Some friends loaned us a few toys to keep my sister, brother and me occupied. There were three plastic action figures - an Indian, a knight, and General Custer with a shiny blue uniform and bright yellow hair. I don't know why, but I recall one moment in particular. The three of us sat in a circle on the floor of our new living room, while Susan chanted as we each held one of the dolls and had them dance a jig to Susan’s sing-song voice.
Thank you for making me think about, and feel that strange sense of differentness and togetherness between me and my siblings, which metamorphosed several times over the years, beginning with our military brat beginnings and now approaching our 7th decades of coming and going and doing.
Thank you for making me think about, and feel that strange sense of differentness and togetherness between me and my siblings, which metamorphosed several times over the years, beginning with our military brat beginnings and now approaching our 7th decades of coming and going and doing.
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