After I met my friend Brea yesterday I drove around town to show the girls where I grew up. It was neat to show them where I went to school, our old house, and show them places we used to go, and talk about things we used to do. Oh to be a kid again!
That window that you see on the far left of the house was my bedroom. One time a teenage boy across the street was shooting his bb gun at his mailbox and missed and he broke my window. Scared me to death!!! The big tree in the front left (by my window) was a great climbing tree. In fact, we made many clubs in that tree.
Good times!
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