I moved out of my daddy's at the age of three. With cookie in pocket and baby doll in hand I moved in with the doggie down the lane. We survived quite well for 30 or so minutes but it started to rain, the cookie got all soggy and fell apart and dolly got cold and wet and cried alot. My new room mate smelled bad and snored too loud. Fourteen years would pass before I would leave my dadddy's again, this time for good. But the first time was a great learning experience.

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