I met Barbara B. when we were twelve years old and both attended the same church camp. You know the kind. Set out in the middle of the woods. Unpainted plank cabins with row upon row of cots separated by tiny end tables stretch from screened walls of windows to screened walls of windows. These […]
The Four Teenagers; A Childhood Memory
Eva Marie Everson There were four of them. Two girls and two boys. They were teenagers, my father told my mother over the phone, and he didn’t want the girls to have a record that would follow them into adulthood. It was okay, he said—not okay, but not as bad—if the boys had […]