My parents often told me stories. My memory has
blurred so much that I don’t really know what I experienced and what they told
me, but I remember this story from my mom.
My mother told me about the time when she was four
or five years old. She was hiding under their front porch. Mom heard her mother
call Mom's brothers and sisters to the front porch. Standing on the wooden planks
above her head her mother was talking to them. She told them that she couldn’t
find their baby sister anywhere. She
told them they should go down the road to their neighbor’s house and see if she
had wondered off to visit with them. My mother immediately crawled out from
under the porch to go with them!

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