

The Basement of my School: 1The Playroom Kids time to go! said mother. It was half past six on a Tuesday evening, PTA meeting night. Father had to stay at work late tonight, again. My sister, Kate was coming with us. She was three years older than me. We had the greatest time at PTA meetings. We didnt care about the boring discussion that the adults carried on, what we liked and understood was the playroom. We hurried into the van trying and went the two blocks to the school. Once there mother parked the van in front of the school. We got out and enThe Basement of my School: 1
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