I remember this picture being taken. It was a Sunday and my brother and I were dressed for church. I have no idea what church we went to that day, but I've decided it doesn't matter. God will meet you wherever you seek Him, right?
I was six years old and Ezra was eight. We are standing in the neighbor's driveway next to our foster home. In the upper right hand corner is 1/2 of another foster kid pedaling the tricycle I considered mine. I was riding the trike until our foster mother Dorthy announced she was taking our picture. I had to get off the trike and Barney immediately jumped on. I was not happy and just wanted the picture-taking business to get over so I could reclaim my bike. Knowing me, I probably punched Barney as I shoved him off the tricycle. Back then I fought hard for every square inch of property I could get. Blood was likely involved.
Our neighbor was an older single lady. I don't remember anything else about her but she must have been a wonderful person because she allowed her driveway to be used as our playground. I would have been driven crazy by the endless bouncing balls and bicycles ridden in circles in my drive. I'm sure God gave her a special corner of heaven as a reward for living next door to the chaos of a foster home. She earned it.
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