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Anonymous
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One morning this winter, while visiting with my daughter, I was
watching, unobserved, through a kitchen window, my 7 year
old granddaughter frolicking in the fresh fallen snow, making
a snowman in the backyard with one of her little friends.
Entertained by the sight, and lost in reverie remembering times
past when I watched her mother doing the same things, I won-
dered where the time went.
Hearing her giggle, I looked at her and thought before I know
it she'll be in her teens, on the brink of womanhood, innocence
lost.
I went closer to the window and heard the little boy say: "I've
got an idea. To finish the snowman off, I'll run over to my mom's
kitchen and find a carrot."
And as I listened, the little vixen, my own granddaughter replied,
" Get two and we can use the second one for his nose."
watching, unobserved, through a kitchen window, my 7 year
old granddaughter frolicking in the fresh fallen snow, making
a snowman in the backyard with one of her little friends.
Entertained by the sight, and lost in reverie remembering times
past when I watched her mother doing the same things, I won-
dered where the time went.
Hearing her giggle, I looked at her and thought before I know
it she'll be in her teens, on the brink of womanhood, innocence
lost.
I went closer to the window and heard the little boy say: "I've
got an idea. To finish the snowman off, I'll run over to my mom's
kitchen and find a carrot."
And as I listened, the little vixen, my own granddaughter replied,
" Get two and we can use the second one for his nose."