I was emailed recently by an elementary school friend -- long lost. He found me by searching my college alumni website. Hank's in first grade now and although I can't remember my first grade teacher's name I have fond memories of my classmate, the author of this blog: Stranded in Iowa.
Was I ever as little as Hank or Hope? Was there ever a time when my only worries were walking to and from school every day, with the occasional multiplication tables homework sheet? And deciding whose yard we would play after school each day?