Do you remember the spot
where pavement met cement?
It was the line you always insisted upon crossing!
off you would go...into the street meant for cars...not for red trikes...
It is funny the things you remember from childhood...
I do not remember Grandma yelling
I do not remember Grandma running
I would guess that you exasperated her to no end!
Yet, I never remember her blowing a gasket
(or even the hint of a leak)
I believe she was a woman of few words, patience and deliberate action
Yes...cool efficiency was her MO
I remember it clearly...the connection secure...
The Garage door handle...
Yes, naughty you were
But, ingenious she was...