Childhood


A mother was telling her little girl what her own childhood was like:
"We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made
from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard.
We rode our pony.
We picked wild raspberries in the woods."
The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in.
At last she said, "I sure wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!"