The Y was my ‘Christmas break’ escape
I label my childhood in two stages: the country and city years.
Monday, I talked about one of my fondest “Christmas break” memories from my country years. Today, I thought I’d talk about one of my fondest break stories from the city years.
We moved into town when I was 12 years old. And, by then, I had earned a level of trust with my parents that I could ride my bike or walk myself to and from various locations within the city limits.
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