The last time I declared out loud “I feel I’m being punished” was at Sesame Place on a hot summer day, holding an armful of kid stuff belonging to the troop of grandchildren and grandnieces and nephews determined to visit every attraction in that treeless place. Their mothers insisted I accompany them as I had purchased their admission. (This is both a memory and public service announcement).
Watching the courtroom yesterday when my husband had the commentary on tv I remembered that hot day vividly.
The last time I declared out loud “I feel I’m being punished” was at Sesame Place on a hot summer day, holding an armful of kid stuff belonging to the troop of grandchildren and grandnieces and nephews determined to visit every attraction in that treeless place. Their mothers insisted I accompany them as I had purchased their admission. (This is both a memory and public service announcement).
Watching the courtroom yesterday when my husband had the commentary on tv I remembered that hot day vividly.