Often my mom would let me pick the vegetables for the garden and then I ran outside with a wicker basket to pick them. My favorite vegetables are baby carrots and lettuce. Our neighbor had chickens and once a week I traded a basket filled with vegetables for a box of eggs. I like chickens but I don't like eggs, the eggwhite feels so weird in my mouth.
In the evening my dad would come home and I would sit in the windowsill next to his big chair and while he would stuff and smoke his pipe he would tell me the most wonderful adventure stories. I remember gazing out of the window to the stars and wondering what adventures I would go on in the future. Little did I know…..
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