I was grown and I was a toddler. We were in an old, white, rambling farm house. My room was nice. My things were there. Dad took my toddler hand and headed out the door. Grown me followed. We were headed out to get in the 50s model Buick to leave with mom. Dad is holding my hand going down the steps. Toddler me falls down in the mud at the bottom of the steps. Partial fall,one knee only dad has my hand. Dad saves the day. I realize we are leaving so I go back in for my duffle bag and camera gear. My things are gone. My room is cleared out and being used to store unused things. At that moment I realized this house was life. Toddler me was beginning. Grown me was ending. I didn’t need my things any longer.

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