I have plenty of fond memories of my daughter's adolescence. One of the things my friends and I did was to take the girls to Rennaiscance Fair. We spend many hot hours of the summer in my garage making costumes. When the day came, I loaded the gaggle of girls into my ample buick and drove the 45 min to the fair. As soon as we got to the gate, I was left behind in the dust....
cough, cough.
I occasionally ran across a pair of them, a polite hello and off they giggled. At the end of the day a weary, but happy group collected at the exit and we ambled back to my car. Everyone happily devoured the foodstuffs I had in the trunk as well as the drinks. Then came the removal of corsets and tape (holding up under -developed bosoms) among lots of giggling. I drove the gaggle of girls home, all of us singing "Rocky Racoon" trying to remember all the words.
I occasionally ran across a pair of them, a polite hello and off they giggled. At the end of the day a weary, but happy group collected at the exit and we ambled back to my car. Everyone happily devoured the foodstuffs I had in the trunk as well as the drinks. Then came the removal of corsets and tape (holding up under -developed bosoms) among lots of giggling. I drove the gaggle of girls home, all of us singing "Rocky Racoon" trying to remember all the words.
