What a sweet book! Rosemary was born in a Gypsy wagon in 1938, and experienced a wondrous childhood ... the kind that is so very rare these days. She takes you through her childhood ... the close-knit loving family, the fun times, the tragic events, the discrimination leveled at them, her childish games and pranks (she could be a handful! ... lol), and so much more.
In the preface she says, "These are my memories and mine alone." So, if it seems she makes less of the rough times, and emphasises the good times, then that is probably how it felt to her growing up. I, for one, appreciate how deeply she enjoyed her childhood, and I'm glad she shared it with me.
4 Stars = Outstanding. It definitely held my interest.