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sweat socks (stink socks?) in a locker. Petey had thirty-one of them. During those early years, on weekends my parents and I would do all sorts of things in the city. (If my dad had to work my mom and I would go off by ourselves.) I especially remember going to Central Park. We’d put a blanket down in Sheep Meadow. There aren’t any sheep in the meadow, but there used to be long before any of us was born. Anyway, we’d sit on the blanket in Sheep(less) Meadow and watch all the people. I’d color or look at books or just run around like kids do, while my mother (and father, if he was there) read the Sunday New York Times. I liked it best when we went with another family so I’d have a kid or two to play with. Oh, and here’s a neat thing. In Sheep Meadow there was usually someone playing bongo drums or a guitar. And outside the Meadow people with pushcarts were selling cold drinks, ice cream, and pretzels. Those were the good old days when I could have sugar. I always chose an ice cream on a stick with chocolate covering. Yummy! Another thing I loved to do when I was little was go to the Museum of Natural History. I never tired of doing that (though I bet after awhile my parents did). I love all the big glass cases with exhibits of stuffed animals. Each one is set up in the appropriate environment for the animal. So if
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Ann M. Martin (Stacey's Book)