Lately I’ve been going through some old journals/sketchbooks.
In 1994 we were staying at a hotel in Indiana when I overheard the following while swimming at the pool:
Boy: What’s your address?
Christer (my son, 7 years old): 820.
Boy: Mine is 15.
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Then,
Christer: “Which floor do you live on?”
“2nd.”
“I live on the 5th floor.”
Boy: “Which window?”
“I think it’s on the other side. I think it’s about that one.”
“I live on the 2nd floor under the door.”
(P.S. That’s me in 2nd grade in 1970!)
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Christer had learned at an early age not to give out person information to strangers. You taught him well.
So sad he had to live under the door
Ah yes, it’s all in the view, isn’t it?!