April 16, 2009
The House I Grew Up In
I was about 2 years old when my family bought our house. We needed it on the count as we had a big family. Not to long after we moved in. My older sister had a baby, my niece.
When she got older she started to talk to things. We all thought it was an imaginary friend, until she called him by nam…
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