Our neighborhood had two in-ground pools, and I never got to swim in either one.
The fancy, lagoon pool may not have really looked like a lima bean. I never saw it, only heard the Jackson 5 music vibrating into my bedroom during one of the Smith’s* frequent evening pool parties.
Read MoreSamantha and I are both “the babies” when we play house. Samantha has better dolls, so we stage our house in her bedroom. Her closet doors are mirrored, and so when we play house, it’s like there are four of us—Samantha, Samantha’s twin, me, my twin—and when we skip and dance and laugh, we multiply even more.
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