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When I was 6 I started school and growing up
meant responsibilities. Part of the responsibilities that I took up was answering the 
phone. Not any phone but my own phone, it was powder pink. Just right for a girls 
room, and rotary fun for dialing. I treasured this phone because it was the very item 
that made it possible to talk to my family way in another state. My best friend down 
the street, although she didn't have her own phone in her room, she could use her 
mom's. We would talk for hours, do our home work together and joke about the 
boys. On this powder pink phone we would figure out what we were wearing, make 
out our weekend plans and talk to boys as we grew older. On this Phone I made my 
first date, received many holiday greetings from family and birth announcements of 
new family members, even news if my parents were running late from work. On this 
pink phone I grew from adolescent to a young lady. On this pink phone I stayed 
connected to everyone that I knew and hold memories dear of the times I held that 
little pink phone in my hand up to my ear.

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