I married Neil Goodman when I was three years old. He was four. We were inseparable and played together from the time we could walk. Throughout our toddler years, we became best friends. One day while we were playing, Neil turned to me and asked, “Bibby (he couldn’t say the letter “L”), would you marry me?”
“Yes,” I replied. It seemed the right thing to say. Then we went inside and announced to our mothers—Ruth Goodman and Ruth Berger, who were having their morning coffee and cigarette break—that we were married. They both smiled.
Neil and I decided to inform the entire neighborhood. We went next door to Aunt Pearl and Uncle Moe’s house and said, “We just got married.”
Aunt Pearl and Uncle Moe replied, “How nice! You certainly make a beautiful couple. Would you like a piece of candy to celebrate?”
