Brenda Winter

Time travel

It was 1971. Or maybe it wasn’t. I don’t know. I was a kid and there were three of us in the back seat of a Ford Mustang with Mom and Dad in the front.

I sat in the middle.

I always sat in the middle. I was the middle child and that’s where I sat with my older brother on one side and my younger sister on the other.

 


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