Was I glad to see Wally? You betcha! (see description)

Was I glad to see Wally? You betcha! (see description) The boys were teenagers. It was winter. It snowed. Nothing but white as far as you could see. Each of the Walters grabbed one of my hands. They ran me in my bare feet half way down the meadow and back. I was screaming all the way. They we're laughing. Mother wasn't. Goodness knows what kinds of torments the boys put me through - my feet are cold to this day! :o)