by Lynne Lumsden Green My friend Ben and I loved jumping in puddles; our mothers despaired of our damp and muddy clothes. One day, Ben jumped into a puddle on the footpath and sank up to his armpits. “Help me,” he screamed. “Something is pulling me down.” I grabbed at his hand, but I … Continue reading Reflections
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