Memories Left for My Kids

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The snowball fortress

As a little kid, I was enamored with heights. My grandparents had one of the few two-story houses in Wellington. There were seats beneath the upper windowsills that doubled as storage cabinets, mostly for out-of-season clothes and blankets. I enjoyed sitting there and just looking at what I thought were faraway places.  When I visited my other grandparents so...

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