I published this on my birthday in 2009, and also in 2011, but I still think it tells my story, so let’s go again!!

Today is my birthday and I’ve attained a certain age.  I have plans, things to do, places to go.  But today I’m looking back.

(I tried to cut my own bangs–oops.)

For a few years after “the war,” I was an only child.  We lived in an apartment in Chicago where I played.

I REALLY wanted to be a “cowgirl.”  I dreamed of the far west.  I idolized Hopalong Cassidy.

While I was running around the streets pretending to be this and that, my parents were building a new house in the suburbs, and having a new baby.

I noticed immediately that the driveway made a PERFECT stage:

Time passed and many new houses were built filling up the street, new brothers arrived, new cars.

Eventually they all moved into a bigger  house, but by then I was gone, starting a new life.  I moved to the far west to be a cowgirl.

Here’s to another year of fun, out on the ranch!!!