Yesterday afternoon Aidan asked me to tell a story about my childhood. I told him, Libby, and Dawson about when I was about 8 years old, playing with my dog, a black spaniel named Lady. Lady ran out into the street, and I went after her. A lady hit me with her car, and knocked me down.
At this point, Dawson said, "Ohhhh MiMi, did you die?"
Monday, April 24, 2006
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