There is one day I remember as a child. A neighbor girl would make little baskets for May Day — May 1st — every year for all the kids in the neighborhood. Her name was Nikki — NA — and I remember her doing it once she was old enough to walk. Knowing she is grown and probably has children of her own now. Anyway, there is one year I remember well. This one year was the last time I would be getting a May basket because I was moving to Janesville after school ended that June. That year NA delivered her May basket to me by climbing a raised wall to reach me in the front deck we had on the house. She did it so efficiently that if I did it, I would have injured myself really good or have died because I hit my head on the way down even if the wall wasn’t very tall. Anyway, those days are gone now.
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