radrachelleigh
Newflake Posts: 1
From: Madeira Beach, FL, USA
Registered: May 2011
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posted July 22, 2011 08:59 PM
  
When I was about 3-5, I was walking with my paternal grandmother and her best friend and her grandson, who was also my age. There was a place along a chain-link fence where there was a huge ant pile. My grandmother and her friend held me and my friend under our arms above the ant pile. We may or may have had our feet in the busy ant pile. Of course, this is silly. Why would our grandmother's do that to us, even if we were just being held above the ant pile? It would have to be a dream... but I always have this memory. I wouldn't be able to remember a dream from 27 years ago, would I? The thought just pops up randomly over the course of my entire life, and I'm dying to know why! IP: Logged |
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