Black_Bird
Not Innocent
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When my step father first met my mother, he owned a converstion van. Just before he started living with me, my brother, and my mother, the converstion van was recked.
The only thing he kept from that van was one black pillow. He gave it to me. I used to throw one leg over it while I slept; it was a like a security blanket to me.
As a young child, I called it Blackie.
Odd that I am now known by that very name occationally on this board.
Just thought I'd share.
The only thing he kept from that van was one black pillow. He gave it to me. I used to throw one leg over it while I slept; it was a like a security blanket to me.
As a young child, I called it Blackie.
Odd that I am now known by that very name occationally on this board.
Just thought I'd share.

