Marching Meggie. She loves that ratty, old blanket. She marches on it, kneading it and making biscuits for several minutes, before she will lie down.
Marching Meggie. She loves that ratty, old blanket. She marches on it, kneading it and making biscuits for several minutes, before she will lie down.
I was always a shy child, eager to please and never one for getting into trouble. I was a good girl, and I behaved myself because I never wanted to disappoint my parents. I did well in school. I was too shy to do otherwise. The worst thing I ever did was talk too much. …
