This was 1968. I was 2 years old and got a fire engine. That thing lasted forever and it was awesome! The bell rang on the front. We used to push each other all over the yard in that. I guess the pedals weren't fast enough for us.
And this was 1972, probably Christmas Eve since we were dressed up and not in pajamas. We opened finger paints, which I'm guessing were from our neighbor we called Noni as she was like a grandmother to us. I was 6, in first grade. I loved this plaid jumper and the turtleneck sweater and wore it for my first-grade picture. How cute was I with the gold tights, too?
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