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my memories of being 5

i lived in scotland that year.

other kids at school were beaten with a belt when they were bad, but not the yankee.

we played in a coalpile at recess

i wore a uniform

i wore a kilt once and HATED it

kennedy was shot and i saw my mother cry for the first time

i threw a rock at my friend who lived next door during a game and knocked him out

i forget the dog's name, but if you yelled "hoover!" she would come running to clean up whatever you had spilled.

we took a boat to and from scotland

my sister and i played some sort of game where a railing on the boat was a seahorse that we would ride.
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