Yeah, well we didn’t get out much because of things, like we burned down a barn, and then we hitched a ride on the back of a milk truck and ended up in the center of the city, and I ran into a car with my bike and split my head open … so yes, it was the best of times; it was the worst of times. haha
I would have kept me in the car too, under armed guard. :) The closet was my idea.
I’d always thought I had no stories, but maybe you’re right Mairead.