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I remember a day like today from when I was a kid. It was all sunny and warm, and we still hung clothes on the clothesline, like simple people. I sat up on the "what once was new" tree house porch, the sun beaming in my face, I was laughing. My mother was even laughing. the sun would get caught in the still damp sheets of fabric, and I would always hide in them, thinking that no one could see me. I loved the dampness and smell of the fabric softener, feeling good on my skin in the hot sun. I wish it was still like that - innocent.