Stores

When I lived in the oldest continuing city in the U.S., there was a Heritage Walkway.  There was a bar that sold a cute, tasty mini pizza, no bubbles.  I got lemonade.  There are lots of little places like that.  This is Saint George Street.  I walked there on the way to school, but I wasn't allowed to go alone and my grandma gave us a car when I started piano.  Ours broke, so we had 1.  My mom started working at Albertson's, and once she came to the festival like 2 or 3 hours late or maybe just 1 or 2.  My dad was carrying my brother.  It reminds me when I built the playground, my mom was holding my brother like a poor person.  I don't know why he ended up sucking up to my parents, but I know I don't really want to.  My mom was a florist and worked for Bubba.  She had a friend who went into the Navy, a young lady with dark hair.  I think she knew someone who worked in meat, but I don't know who nor if it's Bubba.  My mom worked for a secretary I think when I was really small.  She knitted a clown doll for my brother.  I could never succeed in following the directions for knitting, crocheting, nor if there's something else, but I can cross stitch and sew and was known for my little toy loom as a kid, which they still sell today sometimes in certain stores.