Some of my earliest memories are my time spent with my parents at Indiana University Bloomington where my dad got his PhD.
Married student housing was old Army Barracks called Hoosier Court.
I had many playmates including a lot of International friends.
My Jordanian friend.
For some reason, I remember a story I read as a child. I found the story in an old book at my library. The book was so old, the pages were yellow and weak. There were few pictures; and they were just black and white sketches. Anyway, here is the story. A girl and her school friends always past a bakery on the way home from school. There was a glass display full of lovely things like pies and cookies. But the best thing of all was the lovely tiered cake covered in frosting roses, swirls, and intricate details. The girl and her friends were always hungry after school and would sometimes stop in the bakery and buy something...
