Were we allowed to use moms nylons? No we weren't. We stretched them and put runs in them. So partially while we played this game we were spies. We crawled on the ground through "no-mans-land" which is also the kitchen where mom was washing dishes. Sometimes when we crawled, one of us would purposely step on the others "hair" and it would fall off. We would roar with laugher at the thought that our hair just fell off.
I remember Indian Princess Spies with you. The imagination of a child is quite beautiful. This memory makes me smile. I wonder how many pairs of mom's stockings we ruined.
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