I remember taking an oath to myself that instead of finding the new friends my parents had obviously promised I would make at our new home, I would remain loyal to the two wee boys I had been friends with. My mother tried her best and invited the daughter of a bowling friend of Dad's to come to play. She had red hair and was a bossy boots and all it taught me was to beware of red headed women and bossy girls. I still spent time at my grandparents because Dad had to help with the tomatoes, the chickens and the big garden but I began to lose touch with the other two. Then it snowed! 

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