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Sunday, December 30, 2007

The year was 1963. The time of year is forgotten, but I remember it was warm that day. My mother was in the house with my sisters. My dad was mowing the back lawn. At that time, we had an old green car in the back which was near a stump. I was swinging in the swing set. Suddenly, I had my hand... Sign in to see full entry.

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