By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 10, 2013 From the Relief Society Magazine, April 1959 – The Day I Turned Eight Ilene H. Kingsbury The rain beat on my head. It struck my braids until they hung sodden. From my belted middle to my shoeless feet, I was quivering as the aspen leaves whose shade flickered over my face. This standing in a pond of spring water was almost more than I had bargained for. The ripples on its clear surface answered to t...
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