Continuing the story of my life from last Tuesday: I have no idea what age I am at this point, we had just moved from the tiny blue house. In my minds eye… I must have been four, perhaps five.
There was a kid I must have played with at the complex who had dark hair, he came by one day and asked if I wanted to play. I told him I was sick, and he said "You are not six!!!" so I must have been four, or five… probably four.
I remember a Halloween there where the kids taking candy all pretended to do it like wicket from the Star Wars movie 'Return of the Jedi' with slow jerky movements towards the candy bowl. I remember playing in the laundry room and sneaking into it through the open window.
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Ahh…what? You snuck into the laundry through the window? Let me think? We only lived there about 3 months while building the house. It was a hectic time. I think you were 5.