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 Another story from the 50's that has been told and retold over the years. One day, I disappeared. And like all parents, my mother and father were frantic to find me. Up and down the street they looked. They called the neighbors. Where, oh where, could Bobby have gotten off to? Then someone decided to check my room... and sure enough, there I was... sound asleep, having put myself down for my afternoon nap. Cute, huh? Posted by forgingahead | Comment (11) Category: Dad's Shots, Places I Have Lived Links: forgingahead Main Site Archives: People (75), Family (77), My Shots (120), Dad's Shots (128), Places I Have Lived (32), Places I Have Visited (64), Archaeology (23) | |
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