My mother found the yearbook from my second year in school, when I went to a k-12 free school.
Apparently I was all about baby deer, as Ilisted them as my fav for pretend play.
Whiiiich, maybe explains why I refused to see Bambi.
We had the little-golden-book version, so I knew what would happen.
It was a v small school. Graduating class of 6 people. My one friend was also my "next door" neighbor (1/4 mile through dense forest) listed solely me in "admired people". Also fighting with me as a pet peeve. I by contrast made no mention of them. I feel bad, lol!
