There are some nifty old cannons in Haddon Heights, New Jersey where Carolyn was born and I spent 10 of my growing up years.
As a child, I'd walk a long way to the cannons (maybe a mile) with a brother or sister or two or three. (There were eight of us.)
I used to climb on the cannons, but when I was there last year as an adult, I had a new perspective when I found I could could reach the end of the cannon from the ground.
My more petite sister stood further back to reach the cannon barrel, still proud of herself.
Things can be accomplished in so many different ways.
Do you have a favorite childhood place?
Where is it?
Where is it?
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