The time I was playing with Barbie and made a little house for them. I had in my room two closets in apartment 26 at Longfellow and in between my two closets there was a plug outlet. I put in a night light and made a little cardboard house and the night light acted as a light in there house. (I am damn lucky that didn't catch fire in my room.) Well anyway, I was very content and happy. One day we were having a garage sale on Austin Street back in the 80s and Jennifer sold her Barbie house to me. When I got tired of it, we put it up the attic to save it for one of my cousins who is younger than me. But it never got out of the attic because in 1987 there was a house fire when my sister frying french fries. First thing my sister grabbed was her cat Miss Kitty before she ran to the neighbors to call the fire department. Then Snowball (my cat) walked up after it was all over with. I was about 13 and she was about 17. Well me and my sister...