How I comforted myself when I was a little girl…

At the end of a crying spiel, I wipe my eyes with the back of a hand, hug my dog, Happy, really tight, and think about rolling down the hill at Nanny’s house, spying on wild rabbits in Grandpa’s garden as they munched leaves while keeping a look-out for trouble about, picking dandelions to make into necklaces and crowns for my little sisters, and watching Uncle Pippi push the seeder along the dirt, dropping the seeds in The Garden.