Reading mostly. There was this one old house we lived in though (where my sister was born), and out behind the shrubbery in the back were stables that hadn't been used for stabling anything in decades. The previous occupants had left behind oodles of stuff... just stuff. I would spend hours out there pretending the place was haunted by the ghost of one little girl who was painted in an oil portrait that was one of the things left behind. There were no other houses for miles, and I pretended we were friends. Sad, I know. I rather miss her now that you've made me think back on it.
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