One night when I was about 9 I got to dress my curly-red-headed little sister for bed. I felt so grown up. She was a mischievous stinker who could get away with murder because we adored her. That evening, my mom handed me a fat pink book with a lock and key. “What’s this?” I […]
Tag: Little girls
The Magic of Stories {31 Days}
Day 2. Nothing thrilled my little girl self more than Disney’s Cinderella. Our family would borrow a VCR and the VHS tape from my dad’s co-worker and I’d stick that movie in day after day. Sometimes, toward the end of the movie, just after the Duke slipped the slipper on Cinderella’s foot, I’d quickly rewind […]