tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post7594622473432899938..comments2023-12-31T11:28:31.953-05:00Comments on The Surly Writer: Aunt Mary's House: Part 2Michelle H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117937124348728578noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-78373518980439891812011-08-19T08:42:00.427-04:002011-08-19T08:42:00.427-04:00I love a good tale of being a kid. And I mean JUST...I love a good tale of being a kid. And I mean JUST being a kid, with all of the inherent imagination that comes with it. Isn't it amazing how we can spook ourselves out as children? I had a thing about my very own cellar, but only when it was dark. I almost always imagined some burglar or murderer being down there. Why in the world a burglar or murderer would have been lying in wait in my cellar wasn't the logical sort of thought that ever entered my mind, of course.<br /><br />(Sorry it took me so long to get over here. Work has been a bear the past few days.)Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.com