I had a memory today of walking to school with my friend Leigh. She was three years older than me, but always treated me very kindly. I would wear shorts under my plaid skirt, like most girls did then, and we would walk up the tree-lined street to school. My metal, purple, Osmonds lunch box swinging by my side.
After school once we watched a solar eclipse while we stood in my front yard. She had red hair and we would run back and forth across the street to each other's houses. We splashed in the pool beside my house. We danced in the carport to 45s we played on an old beige record player.
These are some of my first memories of some independence around the age of 8 or so. A good life.