When I was five years old we moved into my grandparents basement for the first time, and I believed that it was the greatest gift I could have been given. I told all of my friends at school about the snacks my grandpa bought for us, and how the bathtub was as slippery as pavement on a rainy day. I seemed to always leave out the lone mattress we shared on the concrete floor of the basement, and the way the pipes hissed at you if someone flushed the toilet. I always forgot to mention how the sleeves of sweaters turned into beasts lurking around the corner. I didn't tell them about the basement.
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Remember Me
Short StoryA writing assignment I was given last year that I thought was good enough to share Cover is also mine because I did it in art class last year too lmao
