Day Fourteen - My Earliest Memory
I don't really remember all that much from when I was REALLY little. But I do remember living across the street from a boy named Zack. We were four days apart, and he liked picking on me. We would always play together, and end up fighting. He would cuss at me, and I'd go to tell my mom and he'd run into his house. We had a love hate relationship. He loved me I hated him. Those are the earliest memories I have. I must have been 4 or 5 when I lived across from him.
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