I loved going to my Grandpa Grayson’s house, especially when my three cousins were with me. He lived out in the country with plenty of space to run and play. The main part of the house had a large room with lots of windows, and I still remember opening those windows and crawling into one of the twin beds to take a nap with the cool breeze from the outside blowing over me. It was pure heaven for a little girl after a hard day of playing.
Grandpa also had a peacock. He always warned us to stay away from him because he was “mean and would chase us”. Seeing those peacock feathers open up was like watching a rainbow sprouting feathers.
I must have been going steady because I appear to be wearing a ring around my neck. Do they still even do that these days?