I grew up all my childhood in a city where paths forked in different directions from the asphalt area in the courtyard of an apartment building. Winding routes took me to different places: One took me to the chewing track, where we jogged in the summer and skied in...
I am in line for free buckets and I am definitely not the only one. Luckily I am sitting safely by my own computer, and not in front of a discount store just about to open. Their purses and walking canes would swish and swoosh around. Only the strongest would survive...
