Swam nearly every summer day in Lake Huron. Ice skated from my front steps to the skating pond a block away. Went sledding in the graveyard across the street. Had a mad crush on Steve Bewer when I was 7. Horribly abused by Catholic nuns. Learned "publics" were bad even though most of those "publics" were members of the Catholic church. Ran around in my uncle's woods and my other uncle's orchard and my grandmother's farm. Had a great aunt who, at age 90, cut off her toe while chopping wood, and uncle who could blow smoke out of his left ear. Licked cream off the top of frozen bottled milk, licked salt from the bottom of the salt vats of the Diamond Crystal salt company, ate raw wild rhubarb, ran around barefoot in the snow. Grew my own tomatoes on the edge of the graveyard. Buried my cats there, too. Loved hanging out at the Boulier's across the street... 11 girls and 1 boy... with the parents, 14 people in a small 3 bedroom house. Loved driving to the beach in the car that had no back seats so we sat in beach chairs and I would watch the road go by through the hole in the floor. Hated feeding the chickens. Loved watering the cows, catching lightening bugs, and flashlight tag. Fascinated by the slop truck and its gazillion flies and the tinker man who who stop and give us wheelbarrow rides. Happy that I had a cousin named Mouse, another named Jump And Do, an uncle named Pink, and an aunt named Moo. Learned how to pray for my ever shriveling soul and how to lie during confession and that god left his hand print when fashioning the earth and created Michigan!