Daily Prompt: Our House

I was too young to really remember the house that my parent’s had when I was a baby. We moved to New Mexico when I was a little over two years old and that’s where my first memories of “home” were formed. I can clearly remember getting up one night during a terrible lightning storm and sneaking into my parent’s bedroom to sleep on the floor next to their bed. The house rule was no kids in their bed…obviously I already had learned that by then and, like magic, I was back in my own bed when I woke up the next day. Needless to say, I’m (still) a sound sleeper!

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