journaling
When I was a little girl
for Christmas I got a kitchen set.
It was made out of wood
and the knobs really turned.
I really loved it..
when it became summer
my dad moved it outside
for me to play with.
I spent many hours making
mud pies. I made the best
mud pies this side of the
Ohio river.
And I ate them too!
Dirt and water would go in my
little pot and I would cook
it stirring constantly.
Put it on our plates then
baby doll got first bite..
then crunch crunch crunch
my turn..
when mom would catch me
she would wash my mouth
out with soap.
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