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Learning to Read I absolutely adored reading my Dick, Jane and Sally books in first grade. It seemed like they held a super magic, that allowed me to suddenly know how to do what my older siblings had done for years!
Those books somehow gave me the ability to read! Sharing Fine Literature! For a little back to school themed fun, I decided to introduce my favorite characters to some of the kiddos I volunteer with at the Women's Shelter. I read my book with the same amount of enthusiasm that I possessed at age 6.
I read every word. "Come, Dick. Come and see. Come, come. Come and see. Come and see Spot." "Look! Look!" I tried to explain to the kids that these stories used to thrill me. I pointed out Sally's teddy bear, the yellow bus and the red wagon. My facial expressions didn't help. My excited voice didn't help. Those kids squirmed and yawned and begged to see Pickles the Puppet, instead.
I had fun reading those words and remembering how proud I once felt. Too bad my little friends had to suffer a bit, in order for me to enjoy my 27th Celebration!
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Before I was Six I was three in 1960, when I played dress-up with my sister and second cousins. I am the one looking towards the camera, with the least enthusiasm.
Was I bored, or overwhelmed by all the possibilities? Who knows, but I'm sure by age 6, I was eagerly participating in the joys of wearing my grandmother's old furs and hats. Dressing Up as a Flapper I was recently inspired by a shopping trip, when hunting for a Mother-of-the-Groom dress. I had no luck, but I left with a shopping bag. I drove home with two dresses, one lacy and the other sparkly. I did not intend to keep them.  For months I've been amused watching my hair grow out from chemo treatments. The finger waves appeared overnight and I swore I would at some point make use of that flapper style. But the waves have been turning to curls lately, so I knew time was running out. I showed the dresses to my always-a-good-sport-hubby, Don. He grabbed the camera as I grabbed some props. The candy cig fit nicely into my 3-dollar cigarette holder from Ebay. I pulled the rose from a vase and we headed to the guest room, which holds vintage furniture. After some posing and clowning, I put the dresses back in the bag... along with the receipt. I returned them to the store in the evening.
Is that bad? Well, it worked for me. My 6-year-old celebration budget is limited. I Love Umbrellas Around the age of 6, I loved walking with umbrellas... playing with them and even drawing them.
Maybe it was the Morton Salt Girl that inspired me. Rainy Days in Houston We've been having a rainy week. This morning instead of going for a run, I grabbed an umbrella and headed for Pecan Park.  The rain had stopped by the time I got there, but I walked with my umbrella anyway. That would have made total sense to me, at age 6. Puddles I thought I would be alone in the park on a rainy day.
But, many dog walkers suddenly appeared and probably thought I was nuts when they spotted me wading through puddles. But I just hid under my umbrella and felt very brave. A Worm I'm pretty glad I spotted no mud, or I might have been tempted to make pies. However I did pause to help a worm, struggling in a sidewalk puddle.  By the time I got home, my legs were splattered with wet grass and dotted with a few mosquito bites. Sometimes you have to pay, for 6-year-old-celebration!
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