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Ca88andra - I know what you mean. That little back yard was one of many for me too.
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sheilake
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January 19, 2005
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Renigade - The way that little splinters of memory remain with us fascinates me. Thanks for reading, and thanks for sharing your story.
posted by
sheilake
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January 19, 2005
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I had so many backyards, but strong memories only of a few.
posted by
Ca88andra
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January 19, 2005
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sheila--
I had a pasture. I remember running after the Mallett boys on a hot summer day. I remember feeling the sticky sweat roll down my face--only it wasn't sweat. It was blood. I'd cut my face on a barbed-wire fence and the boys ran home crying. Funny--I was embarassed about that until high school graduation. Good story.
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Renigade
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January 18, 2005
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