-A forest?
-A classroom?
-A library?
-A doctors office?
-A house?
-A horses stable...
Four white walls and a green rug...sounds simple right? Not for my sisters and I, this room provided us day in and day out of new stories and adventures. As my mom dropped us off we would walk in the familiar screen door of my grandmas house. Although this may seem as a routine for us, the story in the green room was diffrent everyday. While this room served many purposes to us, it was also the room where my older sisters and I were brought for the first 2 weeks after we were home from the hospital from each one of our births. Now it was Bridget's turn, my new baby sister. Just as my sisters and I were begining to bring our horses to get cleaned, a giant foot stamped down in frount of me, walking to care for my mom who was sitting in the tan rocking chair at the end of the room. I look up from my game to see my aunts and uncles crowded around the new baby, asking my mom if she needed food or water. As I looked at her, something unfamiliar in such a familiar room for us, her tiny feet, delecate hands, everything diffrent. I broke my stare and looked down at my horse, now... where was I?
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