7 year old you

7 year old you

Seven year-old me was an overly confident artist, an enthusiastic jump-roper, and an expert snow fort engineer (yeah, I’m from Wisconsin). But California youth dream of frosty hideouts, too. Last weekend, my friend Damita compared Veggielution’s kitchen to Elsa’s ice castle while she hunted for bugs in the bed where we were planting violas.

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