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Papas' House
Papas' House
My brother,sister and I loved going to Papas' in Kentucky every
summer through our childhood."
When we were little we use to go to papas' all the time,
We would spend the whole summer once I turned nine.
Papas' house was on a dirt road with creeks and miles away from
anyone,
When it rained we would play in the creek and have so much fun.
We climbed a hill to the outhouse,we carried water from
the spring,
We carried wood for cooking,but we loved what each day
would bring.
There were no t.v.s, video,or computer games to play,
We were never bored, there wasn't enough hours in the day.
At night you felt like you could reach the stars,the night
was so dark,
That was many years ago,but the memories will be cherished
within my heart.
Pamela Jayne Hahn
Copyright ©2003
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