My mother has always been a big rule-maker.
I'm the oldest of four girls, and growing up in our house, privileges were frequently doled out according to age. For me, 10 was the magic age that I was allowed to wear slip-on shoes. For my sister Chrissy, 10 represented the joy of -- at long last -- getting her ears pierced.
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