Eleven

I have many happy memories from my childhood. Big things and little things, accidental and deliberate that pile up haphazardly to make me, me. My family is wonderful and our home was, er, well some say, "very Leave it to Beaver" and they mean that in the very best possible way. One of the many happy vignettes is innocent enough and it revolves around the number eleven.

Except we never called it eleven around our house.  read more »