My first memory is of my house in Whetstone, AZ. We had to leave it because well, I don't remember why. But, one of the neighbor boys had broken in and destroyed the place. I remember seeing ketchup and mustard on the walls, and filmstrips in a box laying on the ground, out of their cases. I also remember sitting in the back seat of my oldest brother's truck with a mattress in the bed and looking out the window as we drove away.
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