Therese Correy
Bob was my playmate when I was 3 and he was 4. We lived in the house in back of his house in Santa Monica. Since I was the wild one, I climbed up on a fence and got my foot caught and I was stuck dangling and screaming. Bobby ran for help and his mother, Elda and my mother, Anita came running. I was okay, just scratched up. Bobby was always looking after me. I wish we had stayed in contact through the years. In the photo of him, I can see the Bobby I remember.

