Linda, you must have been one handy little six year old...lol. I remember playing cowboys and indians with the neighbors and good friends across the street. I would be the indian princess and make Mike marry me....LOLOL.
This same boy is the first friend in the baby book my Mom kept for me. I guess when I was little I would be sitting on the couch and Mike would come to me and make me cry and then go play. When I quit crying he'd come back and make me cry again. My Mom and his always enjoyed telling that story for some reason. I'm still great friends with his Mom...love her so much!
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