It's that time of year again -- time to rake those leaves. When I was young, we lived on a large lot on the edge of town with a multitude of shade trees circling the house. That meant a lot of raking for us kids. Back then, we raked all the leaves to the edge of the road in the front yard, and then we, like everyone else in town, lit them on fire and burned them down to ashes.
Christmas 1965 I was 9 years old. I was the oldest of five kids. There were three girls, followed by my two brothers. In larger families, kids are often labled "the good one," "the smart one" or maybe "the troublemaker." My sister Lisa, who was almost 7 years old, was "the good one" who never seemed to cause problems and got along well with everyone.