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This is the house I grew up in for the first 11 years of my life. I don’t know who owns it now, but I went out to see it in 2004 and took a few photos. When I was about four or five years old I stood on this window ledge with my scrawny arms looped through the handles of a plastic bag and jumped off to see if the plastic bag would slow my descent like a parachute. Surprisingly it didn’t, and today I’m much too chicken to ever skydive out of an actual airplane but it would, however, be very easy to convince me to try that plastic bag experiment again…
