Why didn’t she stop?
Some people have vivid memories of their early childhood; I do not. In writing these brief thoughts about growing up in Calvert County in the 1950’s, distant memories have resurfaced and not all are pleasant. I guess time has a way of filtering out the bad and keeping the good. And sometimes the getting rid of the bad means cleaning out the whole memory closet. A bad memory I wish I could have tossed was the day our neighbor didn’t stop her car. No big deal except that she had just ran over my dog. Unfortunately, I had a perfect view from a nearby hill. I saw my dog, the car, heard the sound and felt the horror as she just drove away. Now understand, back then with a population just about 12,000, you knew everyone and every car. So, I had known this person all of my young life but my thoughts of her (and maybe even of adults as well) were forever changed that summer day.
It took me thirty years to love another dog.
Brooke with standard poodles Suzette and Madeline
