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When I was alone my house was a castle. The actual house wasn’t memorable for me, but the one long hallway that connected the bedrooms turned into hundreds of corridors for an unlucky princess (me) to run through. The shut bedroom doors were hidden passage ways and the tile by the front door was a moat. If it hadn’t have
been for that one rug my mom had by the front door, I would have never made it to living/computer room where we kept the magic potions and the horses. The keys to
the China Cabinet by the dining room table gave me power my evil uncle tried to take away so he could rule the masses. Somehow, those little golden keys opened every door in the house. My evil uncle couldn’t keep up with me and all those secret passage ways. Of course, you had to be careful of the door on the end by the garage. That’s where we kept the fire-breathing dragon, at least, when my sister was home. There was the kind old witch who lived in the room by my bedroom, who would roll her eyes at me and ask me silly questions like, “Have you finished your homework yet?” She only showed up when my mom had sewing to do. And if my dad was home, you had to tip-toe through the family room- sopping wet from having just swum threw the kitchen- to get past the snoring dogs in my uncle’s bed chambers. My dad’s not a light sleeper so I always made it for another trip through the long hallway; this time all the way to my parents’ room, where my uncle hid the crown that I had to steal. After all, I was the rightful ruler. Yet, every week I had to battle all odds to save my life and the lives of my people. But, life was good then in the fourth grade. I won every week.