Christmas in our house was always an exciting time. Even though my parents didn't have a lot of money, they managed to save throughout the year to make sure Christmas was something special. My brother and sister were out of their Santa believing period by the time I really understood what was going on at …
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Growing up our house was, well a house. It wasn't the biggest house. It wasn't the nicest house. You couldn't drink the tap water. There were mice. There were bugs. But it was our house. Well not ours. It belonged to the old rich couple that lived in the mansion on the other side of …
We didn't have a lot of money. We weren't poverty stricken. It's not like I was eating out of a can of beans that I shared with my brother and sister over a fire made in a barrel. But we certainly weren't well off. The houses in the town I grew up in were HUGE. …
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