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Modest start

  • F. Tighe Burns
  • Oct 30, 2018
  • 1 min read

For most of my childhood, I lived in a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment with my mom, dad, and younger sister. Since I was the older sibling, I slept on the top bunk of a bunk bed. I remember that the hardwood floors were creaky throughout. And that, since we lived on the second floor, my parents would sometimes have to remind my sister and me not to make too much noise, so as not to bother the couple who were our downstairs neighbors. We didn't have a lot, but we had what we needed. And for that, I'm grateful.


 
 
 

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