As a child of ten, I sit in the living room of my almost quiet house. I hear only the sounds of my red crayon as I color Mickey Mouse in my new Disney Coloring Book and the clock ticking on the wall. The echoing ring of a telephone shatters the near silence. As my mother answers the phone, I instinctively know that something is wrong. Reluctant, yet self-assured, I quietly go into the kitchen and begin to slip on my shoes. The thought crosses my mind, I’m not sure what’s happening, but I know this is going to be a long night.
#55 - Get me off this mountain
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