I vividly remember the third panel and the terror on April’s face from when it originally ran, air bubbles and all. A dramatic tale, well-written and well-illustrated. What a treasure Lynn Johnston gave us with her creative gifts.
Yes. I was a NJ boy in the ’70s, visiting my dear old grandmother up in Bartlett, NH, who sent me up on her roof to shovel off the snow, a foreign concept to me. I remember the terror of slowly sliding toward the edge, finding no traction, then – boom! – or poof, really. I landed in a pile of snow, none the worse for wear.
Ah, someone with an understanding of child development. Always nice to see here.