I grew up on a mountain in rural Vermont, about a 10-minute drive from where Robert Frost lived and wrote. An introvert from the start and an only child until I was 6.5, I spent a lot of time alone as a kid. Whether I was climbing my favorite oak, exploring our woods, streams and meadows, or curled up with a book, it didn’t really occur to me to want company.
But then, one winter, my parents sold some of our land to a family moving to the area. They were going to build a house, and I’d have my first neighbors! They had 2 girls, too. The older one, Emma, was in 7th grade, too.
In my 7th grade yearbook, Emma wrote, “Have a great summer!”
In my 8th grade yearbook, she filled the back page.