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The day I ran away!

I don't really remember this.  I was three years old.  Mother told me I got angry with her about which dress I would wear that day.  I told her I would run away.  She said,"I will help you pack."
 
She wrapped a pair of socks and a pair of panties in a bandana and gave it to me at the front door.  I went out  for a few minutes, then knocked on the door and asked for my baby doll.  I took the baby doll and walked a few feet up the street.  I came back and knocked on the door again.  I asked for my little wicker chair.  I had my baby doll under the arm holding the bandana and I drug my little wicker chair with the other hand.  I would go a few feet, then sit in my chair, rock my baby doll and cry for a few minutes, then I would walk a few more feet and sit in my chair again.  I made it almost half way across the front of our lot when I drug my chair back to the front door.  I told Mama I decided I didn't want to run away so she let me back in the house and unpacked my bandana!
 
Mother always had a unique way of handling the problems I presented her with.  She was always special as are all my memories of her.

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adjustable bed mattresses on Thursday, March 07, 2013 2:08 AM
Fantastic article! I would like to say thanks for shearing with us in your enjoyable moment with your wicker chair. I really enjoy it. Thanks for this lovely allocation. Keep it up.
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http://tabletalk.com/ on Tuesday, March 19, 2013 6:44 AM
I'm very much pleased to know about your enjoyable moment with your wicker chair. I will be much happy if you have posted a picture of your wicker chair.
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