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| So in 6th grade my parents took us to San Diego. We got to swim in the ocean and stay in a hotel. We went to Tijuana Mexico and we bartered for goods. I bought a dive watch so I could go swimming with my watch on. I was very proud of the way I had bartered that Mexican down to 4 dollars for this watch. That evening I went swimming in the hotel pool and it busted. I cried and begged Dad to take me back to Tijuana so I could get my money back. I was such a cry baby. My brother Guy who had no money to barter for anything because he was lazy teased me and teased me over and over. He was envious of my wealth and happy about my befall. |
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Art by William Pilch
