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Growing up my folks would often drag us to visit their aunts and uncles. Dreading the thought, all I wondered was 'what am I supposed to do there?' After all, this was before the days of Nintendo DS Games, iPods and cellphones. Why couldn't I just stay home and play with my friends? How BORING ! My Primary Sources: My Dad, Aunt and Mom While traveling into the city I would mope displaying a sour look on my face and wear it the whole time as my mom visited with Auntie Mare. Sitting by the window I'd watch the pigeons land and waddle on the ledge, while in the background I could hear the soft voices of my mom and great aunt. There would be clinking tea cups intermingled with laughter. It never occurred to me to join in the conversation or actually listen to what they were talking about. Other times the Great Aunts and Uncles would visit us. Retreating to another room I could escape interacting with those people who I considered 'old'....