A little story of my life, I was born in a little Log Cabin in Aadalen Norway. The first thing I can remember about that home was a big Cherry tree by the house and our cow and cat. When I was 4 yrs old we mowed over to a bigger farm and bigger house too. But I cryed when I had to leave our home. I guess I was kind of lost. as every thing was taken out of the house. My sister Gustava and I was the last once to leave. She had to carry me partways as it was a little path and xxxxx as we went a acros the woods. The others went the main road witch was was about 3 miles from the little cabin. We met an old lady - that was mowing in to where we left. She was so kind looking and she gave me a big lump of
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