Joy VanLieu

I remember Mrs. Van Lieu from my elementary school days. Her only daughter, Sheryl was my girlhood friend in Aurora and we spent many hours togather, naturally ending up at each other houses. They lived right behind the city park, which was extra cool. Our town was small and felt safe so we often hung out at the park on our bikes. I ate many meals in her kitchen, hung out in the Living room with the large photo of the Grand Canyon and played Barbies in the bed room. I spent many nights there...