In the middle of my third grade year we moved from our country home to the city...out of MO...to Illinois. I remember when I left my best friend. I cried. But I remember being excited about moving to a new place. I've always been adventurous like that.
When we arrived, I couldn't believe that I would actually get to live in the big city. However, Washington Illinois wasn't really...that big. But to me it was.
I loved the new house.
That first night I stood outside in the driveway and looked up and down the street at the houses with their lights on and I was happy. Maybe my lips smiled, I don't know, but I know my heart was smiling. I was thinking that in those houses had to be other children to play with and I was pleased.
And there were...children who became my friends...up and down the street. I really loved living there in the city. But my folks really really wanted to come back home to MO. We did...three years later.
Comments on the photo:
Have you identified me as pink dress girl?
Have you noticed that I look like a baby Mary Tyler Moore?
Have you noticed that my legs were bowed? (They still are)
Have you noticed that wonderful old car in the background?
I don't know who lived on the right, but a highway patrolman and his fam lived on the left... next door to us.
One final thought. I think we were so cute that we're lucky our parents didn't try and sell us to Hollywood.
Did you move as a child? How many times? Did you love it or hate it?
Have a great weekend.