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| One afternoon our dads were out fishing, and our moms must have made a laundrymat trip without us. I was supposed to be in charge of watching Megan, Renee, and Denise, but of course it was a perfect opportunity for us to "play house" in the little cabin that we were staying in. We got more and more wild as the afternoon went on, snacking on Captain Crunch, peanut butter sandwiches, cookies, ice cream- if it had sugar we were eating it. We were singing and dancing to this oldies tune that my dad had on a LP back at home: "Bird is a word, bird is a word, I am the bird, so everybody knows what I'm talking 'bout because THIS BIRD IS A WORD!" Megan and Renee jumped up on the bed in our bedroom, and soon Denise and I joined them. Jump, jump, jump, jump! We were bouncing off the walls in the tiny wood-paneled bedroom, flinging ourselves back and forth, up and down, smashing into each other and not caring and then... BAM! The frame of the bed broke, splitting into two pieces, and the mattress came crashing to the floor. We were piled in a heap, and we all started giggling. We were going to be in big trouble.
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