dona's 365

Barb yelled at other people’s kids, including me. Once she took me to feed carrots to the horse across the street. It bit me and I was afraid she’d yell at me. So I yelled, “I hate you!” to her first. Her daughter told my parents about that. They yelled.

Roy and June lived across the street from my childhood home. She was a nurse; I’m not sure what Roy was. They adopted David, Michael, Marie and Jeannie. Roy used to buy single bottles of beer from my dad when June was out of town. She disapproved of him drinking.

Kenny and Carolyn lived next-door to my parents. Whenever I'd see the two of them, I'd think of the Jack Spratt nursery rhyme . He was skinny and she obese. They had no children, only a series of identical German Shepards that barked if a child stepped on their mammoth lawn.