It was a beautiful summer day. Three sisters and one step-sister were running around their grandmother's yard laughing like little girls do.
"Let's take off our shoes!"
Cartwheels were always easier without shoes. The lawn was as soft as jumping on your bed and cool to the touch on a hot summer day. The blades of grass were the little skinny kind that tickle your feet.
Soon Dana stopped to admire the roses and I went to join her. I put my small hand up to touch them and I was sure it was the softest thing I had ever touched.
Dana said, "Let's put a rose in our hair to be pretty!" The day couldn't get much better. Soon, we were all prancing around the yard with roses in our hair. Sandra said, "I'm putting two in my hair!" We were like alcoholics with the roses; swearing it was the last rose and going back to pick another.
Suddenly, the back door slammed and the Italian shrieking began. Sandra turned to me her big brown eyes widening and screamed, "RUN!"
I'll never forget the site of a short stocky little Italian woman coming at me reeling her wooden spoon. Hiding behind a tree, I could see my step-father holding his belly while he roared with laughter.
Ya know, you don't see a lot of rose bushes anymore. It's too bad, I'm always tempted to pick them off the bush and stick them in my hair.
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