“Fiona Gill took a fat pill now she’s twice as big as Beacon Hill”. The rhyme became a schoolyard chant.
But I did have some friends who offered comfort to ease my persecution.
“Sticks and stones…” I’d hear their decree.
“I’ll bite ‘em,” their licky-loving dog growled.
Fleeing to imaginary far away shores where no Beacon Hill existed, I escaped my tormentors by delving into adventures with those friends by my side,
Julian, Dick, Anne, George and Timmy…the Famous Five.