"Just over a year ago, my father plucked me up like a weed and took me and all our belongings(no, that is not true--he did not bring the chestnut tree, the willow, the maple, the hayloft, or the swimming hole, which all belonged to me) and we drove three hundred miles straight north and stopped in front of a house in Euclid, Ohio."
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I read that book years ago and loved it!
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