We lived in the “little house” behind (attached to) my grandparents house until I was three, except for a few months when we lived in Tacoma, Washington while Dad was in officer training school at Fort Lewis. My sister Linda was born right before we left for Washington. Our little trailer was near an airport, and the sound of the jets flying overhead was very frightening to me. One morning when Mom and Dad stepped outside, I became alarmed that my baby sister was alone inside. I quickly dragged her by her hair out to be with my parents.
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I'm so excited about the festivities coming up this weekend! It's [Inter]National Scrapbook Day!
Hope to see you there!