tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657625150805629106.post5439379303123972085..comments2023-10-08T08:09:38.950-07:00Comments on Freezerburned: When Does Childhood End?Suddenly Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12483813654827621158noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657625150805629106.post-12414915994736557592016-02-24T14:35:33.146-08:002016-02-24T14:35:33.146-08:00Yes! I miss those days. Cat's cradle. Wow!!!Yes! I miss those days. Cat's cradle. Wow!!!Suddenly Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12483813654827621158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657625150805629106.post-10312547028448948592016-02-17T14:04:36.879-08:002016-02-17T14:04:36.879-08:00I smiled when I read this post. Yesterday the sun ...I smiled when I read this post. Yesterday the sun was bright and warm (and I could see grass without snow for the first time in months!), so I called a friend and asked her if she would like to go to the park and swing with me. So there we were, two grown women, swinging and chatting about our favorite childhood games: tether ball, hopscotch, hula hoop, jacks, pick-up-sticks, cat's cradle, and of course roller skating (with the metal skates that clamped to our shoes and the key hanging around our necks). Trudyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15901755477534407348noreply@blogger.com