Cathy

I had a friend who lived next door - Cathy Eastman - who was a couple years younger than I. Despite our difference in age, I got along with her quite well and apparently she adored me - a fact I was oblivious to. The rest of her family were very friendly and welcoming. Her brother Keith showed me cherry bombs stashed in his dad's desk drawer. One time I was outside with Cathy in their yard with her mom nearby on a lawn chair. Cathy and I were searching for 4-leaf clovers which were as rare as gold to a kid. Her mom looked down from her chair for 2 seconds and said "Here's one", plucked it, and showed us. I was astounded at her luck, as well as her nonchalance at finding such a treasure.

Here's an old photo of me and Cathy. Appears I'm explaining something to her.

UPDATE: I was able to locate Cathy on Facebook through her sister. I sent her a message along with the above photo, and she responded! It was very nice to hear from her, after all these years.