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A Few Chilling Memories

One night a stranger came to our door. He said he wanted to use the phone-this was before the age of cell phones and most other technology that is now taken for granted. My grandmother argued with the man a long time. She said she would call the number for him. He was insistent about wanting to come in. To this day, that memory is chilling. During this same era of life, I witnessed a pregnant woman get shot by her ex-husband in the yard next door. In spite of these and other events, for the most part I felt safe during my early childhood. I wasn’t hungry (although I do recall eating a lot of pinto beans and cornbread) and I had clean clothes and a roof over my head.

A Few Chilling Memories
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