This is a book I used to read as a child.

I can't say whether it's my favorite book because I haven't really read that many, but I think I remember liking the story. I don't know how many times I read this book, but it's where I learned how to play that string game called cat's cradle, and I remember how particular pages looked like. Like the one of Lizzie and Harold swinging on the monkey bars and them running/walking through fall's leaves in their coats.

I don't remember where that book is now. My mom probably gave it away or something.

I think it's this depressing fall weather and overcast skies that made me think about Lizzie and Harold.

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