I was about four or five. At the time we lived up the East Boulder. Our house was pretty big, white with red shudders. Our landlords were very nice people. I always ventured over towards their horses. Horses fascinated me and still do.
Anyways, connected to the house were these stone steps. I believe they led underneath the house to a basement, but I don't ever remember going all the way down them. I would always play on the stone steps with my dog, Ginger, and here puppies. I would bring blankets and my little folding chair and play on the hard stone.
One day I brought my things outside and played with my dog, Ginger. I must have been tired because I curled up with my blankets, layed down on the little chair for it was folded up flat on the top step, and I cuddled with my dog, Ginger and her puppies and fell asleep. My mom or dad even took a picture of me like that, and I still have the picture somewhere at home today.
Cute. Nothing like falling asleep with a pile of puppies :)
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