The walk home was always a lot slower than the walk there. It takes intense concentration to walk and lick a lolly at the same time. I was nine when we moved from there. My sisters were all younger. What a sight, to see four little girls walking along with their treats.
I bought a liquorice stick and savored the taste and the memories. As we strolled along the street, I was taken back to those days. I wonder if my sisters remember.