When I was a child I thought like a child, with a child’s preoccupation with her own needs. My world was about 5 miles square, and I hoped that my cousin Kim could spend the night, and I prayed that Mama & Daddy would let us “do” church at home on Sunday instead of trying to put on those tights...To read the rest (and see the tights in question), go here.
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