KC, you are more special than you know. When I was a kid, (and I was once,) I went to Cheder with a boy named Oscar. He had kind of a crush on me, but I was eleven years old and had no such crush back. He used to ask every day if he could walk me home and carry my books and one cold winter evening, I said no. He threw a twelve inch icicle at the back of my head and the scar still remains to this day. You look just like him. His mom was one of the most beautiful women I ever saw. Class written all over her and nice as she was beautiful.
We grew up to be the best of friends and still are. Kidhood and crazy memories that are carried for a lifetime. Can’t ever take that away.
When I saw your picture with Sarah, I laughed until I choked. Thank you, my dear FRiend.
I should also mention that he stole my note cards for my bat mitzvah and left me up on the bima cold. I had to give my speech without a single note, scared out of my wits.
And thank you for sharing your story!
Though I would never through Ice icicles at you or steal your speech cards :)
I am glad my Picture brought you some joy this time of year Mesta! It makes it all worth it! (((HAPPY TEARS))) & ((HUGS)))