Today, we are all little girls again - in our imagination.
My best friend until she moved away when I was 13, was Linda Rhyne. We called her Lemon. From age 13 until age 63, we were out of touch totally. Last year she found me and we had a way too short but amazing visit and learned that even with a 50 year break, we are still on the same wavelength.
Since our quick visit, we have not had much communication, really. A few emails with months in between.
But, just now I got a text:
I have been playing with my Annette paper dolls in her memory.... Lemon