So it happened when we lived in Maryland. I was about six years old. Mom had just thrown a load of whites into the washer. And yes, I did it. For some insane reason, I picked up a red, yes red, crayon from my pack and threw it into the washing machine.
Why on earth would I do that? I realize I was young, but in what world is it logical to throw a red crayon into the washer. What’s weird, it that I don’t recall Mom being all that mad about it. Yes, all the white shirts were now pink, but I believe she took it in stride. Either that, or I’ve blocked out the memory of her reaction. Giggles…
Stay groovy…
–Susie
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