Reminiscing About the Past
This was my favorite thing in the world for some time. A rooster on wheels. The entire family not too long after I was adopted. I was adopted at age 11 months. The book shelf is my earliest memory. I would climb into the bottom shelf and take a nap. My brother and I on the swing set. The dude across the lane was drunk one night and went threw our fence and destroyed the swings. Second birthday. I have no memory of the xylophone. I have no idea who is in the chair, all I know is it was not Mom, Dad or my Brother. My cowboy outfit and my spring horse. I was not supposed to climb the fence, but often did to see "coin" the dog on the other side. I called him "hoin". Judge Pope lived next door and it was his dog. I have a vague recollection of the judge. This is Casey and Myself. That dog was dumb as a post. He did not end up living long, he would bolt out of the yard if the gate was open. He got hit by a car 3 times. The third time was it for him, he died. I'm 75% s
two dollars??? holy shit Staples here charge 10 cents per print, oh Canada.
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