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My mom used to make us kids, go to the corner sometimes, whenever we were naughty. I am the youngest of three girls and always getting blamed for something. I believe I was around 5 or 6 years old when this happened. My sisters and I were playing a game of tag in the house. Of course we knew better then to go running through the house. My sister was running after me yelling, “I am going to get you!” I yelled back, “No your not. I’m faster then you.” At the same time, I looked back at her and she cut on of the corners too close and knocked over my mother’s vase that was sitting on the table. The sounds of the crashing noise had my mother running into the room. Before I could say anything, my sister Annette yelled, “Amy was running in the