Dear Jane: being dropped off was more difficult, but I do remember a lot about St. Louis. The snow in the winter, having to wear pants under our dresses when it was cold (girls could not wear pants only to school yet), the milk being delivered in bottles to your front door and the cream being frozen on the top, living in a house that was haunted (the cats refused to go in the basement), the leaves in the Autumn, it was so beautiful.