She would rather be outside playing even if it was with boys and not inside with the grown-ups who always found something for her to do that took away...from her playtime.Her mother called to her from the front door."Sandy! Oh, Sandy ... Time to come in, dear. We are leaving for church."She ran inside quickly dodging Robert who wanted to pull her pigtail like a little imp always getting into trouble. She was a lot faster than him and slipped inside the door before he could get her.The church was. Sam was my Dad'sname though I'd never heard someone call him Sammie, not even Mom.We spent a couple of hours there. Mostly Melanie was talking with hermother, or she was asking me this or that a few times. All this time wewere pushing a wheelchair. First, we were in orchard then on some path inthe forest which looked more like a park. Then we spent a little time atthe pond watching ducks. We returned Melanie's Mom to her temporary homethen we went to Melanie's home afterward.At home, Melanie. Once your body recognises that the aid is no longer needed, you will end up walking normally.We need you to be able to walk confidently up the aisle as the new bride, don’t we? In part, you are doing this for your parents. They will be so proud of you, back to being their lovely daughter, unhindered by any aids.”Kathleen mused, “On that line of thought, I would love to be hindered by kids – my own children. That would be marvellous!”“We could do that together, Kathleen. Of the two of us, me and. The next thing she remembered was waking up, and although she was blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back she could hear other girls crying and begging for help and that they wanted to be let loose. She then realized that she was completely naked the next thing that she felt was being picked up and carried along. She could not see and her imagination was working overtime as to all the things that could happen to a nude, bound, young girl. She was scared to death at the possibilities.