Cute as a Button, Balls of Brass
I Bet You Were Cute as a Child! Unofficial Challenge
“Cute as a button,” my mother would agree, except on this day.
I was four years old. At that age, I didn’t have a plan, but lots of determination. I just wanted to watch my father play tennis. I knew the way because I had walked there with my mother many times.
On this day, I was going by myself. I took off to walk the mile or so. Didn't make it because my mother had called the police – lost child, (not so cute now!).
I did get to ride in the police car, though; what an exciting day!
Till next time,
Calvin
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Calvin London
I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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