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Jan 2014
One Saturday morning, we prepared for a trip out of town.  Once each child got dressed, they headed for the nearest Play Ground.
We were all called into the house, to prepare to get into the car.  It was time to take a trip, that was pretty far.
Finally, we arrived to my Aunt Doris house, that was out of town.  My mother notice one of her children were missing, she just could not be found.
She began to think, being troubled in mind.  She came to the conclusion, the child was left behind.
My mother called home, to contact her neighboring friend.  As she picked up the phone, laughing very loud; my mother knew this would be a good end.  My sister was still in the Park swinging.  At last we could all take a deep breath, maybe even start singing.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
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Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
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