There’s nothing fancy to this story. But maybe that’s just the thing. Its breathtaking innocence.
My Friends Next Door
In 1940, we lived in a place where everyone was nice. Everyone kept their door steps clean and extra clean on holidays. It was fun to see the smiles on people’s faces; the older people were nice- always giving the kids toys and things. I loved going to the store for them and helping them plant their gardens. I would always buy things for the people who could not go to the stores (wood or other things). It was good to be around people who cared. There were some sick people that needed help, and I was there to help them. I was a good big sister for the babies of the street.