Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Moving into our new neighborhood was like transitioning into a whole new world, a world where there were kids. Lots and lots of kids. And they would come out of the woodwork in the evenings to play kickball (while still daylight) or hide-and-go-tap (after it got dark). All toes went into a circle and the next person to be “it” was determined by going around and tapping each shoe to the rhythm of “Bubblegum, bubblegum in a dish, how many pieces do you wish? “3” 1-2-3-and you are not it. Bubblegum, bubblegum…”


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