| My first trip to the bakery|
When I was six years old I was allowed to go to the bakery for a loaf of bread. We lived on 4th St. in Montebello, Ca. I had to walk several blocks to Whittier Blvd. I turned right when I should have turned left; I was very frightened and lost. I came to a barbershop where my father was having a haircut, he pointed me in the right direction and I was found. Iím 75 years old and I would like children to have the freedom we had all those years ago.
Submitted By: BMT from Ca on 2004-01-12