When my brother and I were small, our back yard in the summer was a congregating place. We had a small kiddie pool for wading, my mother made juice and popsicles, and all the mother knew where the kids were. On the weekends, my father would make dollhouses for the girls out of cardboard boxes and my mother would provide scraps of material for curtains.
When my brother and I were small, our back yard in the summer was a congregating place. We had a small kiddie pool for wading, my mother made juice and popsicles, and all the mother knew where the kids were. On the weekends, my father would make dollhouses for the girls out of cardboard boxes and my mother would provide scraps of material for curtains.