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My mom was notified of the available trailer while I was in Artesia at school, so I never saw it prior to moving in. When I returned "home" I was not overly impressed, but was assured this was temporary. My mom could not believe I was complaining about having a roof over my head as opposed to the tent situation. The above trailer is almost identical to the one we lived in for a time----the colors are the same and the rust even looks familiar. Some of the walls inside had been torn down, so there was little privacy, and with four females that was a nightmare. By now it was summertime and school was out, so we were all home, all day, We made friends in the trailer park and stayed gone A LOT. We got involved with the Baptist church which was a block away and went to Vacation Bible School and many of the youth activities, but mostly we just stayed out late into the night, hanging out with our friends. "Home" became just a place to sleep and my mom was so busy trying to make other living arrangements that we pretty much took care of ourselves. After about a month we were notified that our new trailer was going to be delivered. We had not been a part of the process of getting the new trailer, so while we knew it was likely to be nicer than what we were in --- we were not prepared for what we got.
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