The same day at the small amusement park in the Santa Cruz mountains. There was a 'fun house" probably with odd mirrors and lights and who knows what. I was always the oldest in these excursions, the babysitter and the dishwasher, the one who was supposed to be responsible. I thought of myself as vastly superior. Possibly the 'fun house' was a little scary and i was supposed to take Lynny through, there was a window to look out and my father took the picture. Don't think Lynn (age 4 or 5) liked this, she's holding onto my hand pretty tight.
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The last thing you probably wanted was another little sister. But knowing the situation . . . those kids were not as delayed as I was. You probably could relate better to them.
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