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by Michael Endres

When I was a young boy we lived in a small white house. My mom and sister shared the only bedroom and my brother and me shared the couch bed in the living room. In the summer time, I would build my own room with cardboard boxes in the back yard. Our dog followed me to school and waited at the janitor’s shed until school let out. I remember the wood floors squeaked at home and the windows were little.