For those of you playing the "How has Kemma grown over the years: The Manning Park Sign" game, here's another entry:
Yup. Even when there was snow up to our armpits, we still had to get out of the car at that sign, and push our way through so we could get measured.
In retrospect, I'm loving that we did that. I'd say that this was 1973 or 1974. Hmm. The year we went to Nana and Poppa's for Christmas. That would also be the year that I got a lovely little vial of violet-scented perfume from them. it smelled so good, I was CERTAIN that it must taste just heavenly.
Ick. I'll draw a curtain across the results of THAT swig. Ptooey!