One of my fist memories is being fenced in my backyard and waiting for my neighbors’ father to come home. Mine worked nights and I seldom saw him. Katie Rain was my age, her sister older, but it wasn’t them I needed; it was their entire family. So Every afternnoon I remember asking to go outside. I waited in position peering through the twisted wire that separated me from the FAMILY.
The instant Mr. Bernie Rain pulled in his driveway his girls bounced out the house and I frantically dug under the fence with my spoon. He’d hug his kids then his wife then ME!
Monday through Friday in spite of my mother’s newly placed bricks and rocks I’d dig a new hole under the fence to be there. The feeling of family is important

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