My mother used to sew most all my clothes. After reminiscing yesterday about Heidi, I thought of a "Heidi dress" she created for me. Or at least that is what I called the dress. It was actually a skirt with a bib and straps that crossed in the back. I loved LOVED LOVED that dress.
I actually could believe I was Heidi when I wore it!
Argentina was a wonderful place to be 'Heidi'. We were far away from family, from all we knew to be familiar to us. And, like Heidi, the strange life became our new life. We loved Argentina and cried for days when we were transferred. I pulled the dramatic teenage angst on my parents, how moving would ruin my life and they would be to blame and they should feel guilty...
The beauty of Argentina is still in my heart and will never be stolen from me.