More of My Life...
When I was about twelve years old, Mom and I were introduced to a new member of her church. A man, about thirty-five or so, and his four young children had just moved to the area from West Virginia. The Pastor asked Mom to help him with childcare, housekeeping, and cooking so that he could work. Mom was happy to serve and I was happy to have some new friends. Then I got to know them. The kids were three boys and one girl. The boys were closer to my age, so we built a treehouse platform low in a big live oak in the woods in the backyard. It was fun to play with the older boys and just enjoy being kids. The girl was spoiled and a definite "Daddy's girl" who could do no wrong. She hated that I would rather play "cowboys and Indians" instead of "dolls." She told her Dad all kinds of awful things about what the boys and I were doing out in the woods out of jealousy, even though we were innocent. Their Dad came storming out to the woods, found our treehouse...