A few weeks before my seventh birthday, I sat on the wall bordering my driveway.
My favorite big kid in the neighborhood sat with me that day.
She invited me to try out for a neighborhood play in their garage.
Enticed with the feeling of being included was all it took.
The lure was set in motion.
Keeping her secret by crossing my heart and swearing to silence sealed the deal.
When the garage door closed and a filthy chair was pushed tightly under the doorknob, my heart sank to the place that kno.
Watercolors19 The other side of the wall: unbreakable, paperback/kathleen st ours
