And of course, my brothers and I had each other. We three stuck together like the pages in a brand-new book. And being normal young children, we were almost always up to something.
Our best prank involved a fur piece that belonged to our grandmother. It looked almost alive, with its tiny feet and little head and gleaming glass eyes. So, every once in a while, in the waning light of evening, we’d tie that fur piece to a stick, and, hiding behind the hedge in front of our house, we would dangle it in front
of unsuspecting passersby. Boy! You could hear the screams of fright all across the neighborhood!