When my father got promoted to major in 1955 we couldn't live at Fort Meyer any more. We moved to a house on North 3rd Street in Arlington, Virginia. The area was called Arlington Forest and it was right on Highway 50.
Around the corner and down the hill was a forest. One day my sister Karen and I decided to go exploring. We started at the end of the forest by our house, and just walked and walked.
Eventually we figured out that we were lost. I remember that I was part scared that we were lost, and part scared that we would be in trouble.
Eventually we ran into a woman who knew us. She took us home.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
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