What a trip down memory lane this was for me. The angst of childhood summers, reigned in when all we wanted was to be free and untethered! I loved this so much.
"Untethered and weightless, I imagined myself as Miss Almira Gulch, lifted from the ground by Dorothy’s tornado, still pedaling madly, spiraling upwards beyond reach of the world."
Gosh, this feeling! You took me right there. This was wonderful, Angela.
What a trip down memory lane this was for me. The angst of childhood summers, reigned in when all we wanted was to be free and untethered! I loved this so much.
Thanks so much, Nan! I'm glad to hear this took you down your own memory lane.
"Untethered and weightless, I imagined myself as Miss Almira Gulch, lifted from the ground by Dorothy’s tornado, still pedaling madly, spiraling upwards beyond reach of the world."
Gosh, this feeling! You took me right there. This was wonderful, Angela.
Kateri--thank you! I hadn't quite realized until writing this how much I envied Miss Almira Gulch and her bicycle in the sky.
I love that!