Not me! We played with Gypsy moth caterpillars as kids when they were a blight on our Connecticut…
Charlotte Franklin

stables — — hahahaha

We spent hours making campgrounds for our matchbox cars in the grass/dirt strips between sidewalk and road. Little stone campfire rings, tents out of fabric scraps. Those were the days.;)

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