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Memories of Christmas Day

My parents have almost always held a Christmas Eve party. When I was younger, the adults would stay in the warm indoors eating turkey and cakes, and any kid 15 years old or younger would bundle up, head outdoors and play hide and seek — the best game ever — for hours.

This particular time my friend and I were running in the back yard, looking for a place to hide. We headed toward the large shed, and as we turned the corner, our field of vision was almost nonexistent. I ran faster and faster — and barreled my shins into a large, metal ladder that had fallen and was lying on its side.

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