When I was 5 years old - in 1969 - and was in kindergarten, I attended my first sleep-over at a friend's house. I remember there were some scarey ancestors' paintings and unfamiliar sounds in that dark house at night. All the little girls stayed up late telling stories (bloody finger, Mary something, the bride with the black velvet choker.) Classic '60s sleepover!!In the morning Amy's mom made pancakes for us. Those pancakes were so good, I helped myself to a couple of extras and put them in my overnight bag, where to my horror they were discovered by the other little girls!!! "Ha ha, Penny has pancakes in her bag!!!" Luckily for me the mom must have thought it was funny and sweet and she smoothed the situation over. If she hadn't, I might have been known as Pancake Penny forever...but that would be just fine with me!!
