Description Of The And Yahooing We Race Home For Summer...

Hooraying and yahooing we race home for summer vacation. Quickly the neighborhood turns into a paradise for kids with space to recklessly bike ride, chalk games of hopscotch on hot sidewalks, run like mad during red rover, and swing, slide, and build castles in the sandbox from early morning till dark. Yet, the time with Christine is the best; we are inseparable. Living at the other end of our block, across the street in a little white house, she is part of the neighborhood antics but our favorite pastime is cutting out paper dolls. Feeling like grown up six-year-olds, we walk the three blocks to my Great Uncle Lyle’s stationary store where we drool over the variety of paper doll sets. From time to time he awards me a set, but I remember one day when he doesn’t and being quite full of myself, Christine and I select our paper dolls, march to the counter, and inform the clerks to charge it to my mother. Racing home to get our scissors, we find my mother waiting at t he door. Dragging our feet and with long faces we reverse our path, returning empty handed, to spend the remainder of the day creating dolls out of corn husks and silk. Other days we arrange furniture in the enormous dollhouse at my grandparents and one afternoon grandpa allows us to paint it. It doesn’t matter what we are doing, the principal thing is that we are together. Sadly, the summer before the start of Fourth Grade, Christine moves to California with her family. My soul mourns for years and I