my most powerful est memory is when i was 8 and i was at my grandpas house and my grandpa was sick so we stayed there for awhile while we there a tragedy happened. my dog Simon and drea was there with us so while my mom and me where helping my grandpa Simon and drea went outside and was walking across the road and simon was following drea and Simon got hit by a truck and i was bawling my eyes out and i was sad that day because later on we buried him.
Monday, November 23, 2009
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