K is for....

Kid--I have really wonderful memories of being a kid...swimming at the pool, clubhouses tucked into closets, vacations up north and...the cardboard wall my parents allowed my sister and I to erect in our bedroom to divide my side from her side. It went floor to ceiling, taped in place with a door cut so we could open and close the flap, eventually we cut a window in the wall when our curiosity won out over our sense of privacy. I remember the little acorn teacups and mudcakes on Sundays when we would go to a little piece of land my parents owned in the woods. There was a little stream we could float bark boats with pinecone passengers. All the smallest of moments...........