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           Throughout my life my family has only moved twice, but our house on Kenmore was definitely my favorite. As a child I used to sleep walk and talk to my dead great aunt.  The house was a small two-story colonial and my sister and I had the up stairs to ourselves. It was nice sunny day and I was about six or seven years old. I was in my room with the light purple walls, sitting on my twin bed with my polka dot comforter just staring out into the sky. That’s about all I remember from that day but my mom remembers the rest. I had walked down stairs and told my mom I was just talking to Aunt Clara who had passed away a few weeks before. My mom had asked what we were talking about and I was told my step dad was going to shoot a big buck today, the biggest dear he’s ever gotten. About an hour later my mom got a call from Chris saying he just shot the biggest dear of life.