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Submitted to Contest #51
When I was ten, I lived in a small town in Scotland at the top of the tallest hill. We shared this hill with a golf course, and a cemetery, both of which I would play in. I was not supposed to play in the golf course, not that that stopped me, catching crickets and stealing golf balls was always fun. Other days though, I wanted to get away from the other kids who also played on the golf course, I felt different to them. The cemetery was where I would go to be alone, it scared most of the other kids, or bored them. I would walk among the...
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