Once upon a time, life was perfect. But the year I turned 10, 1929, the stock market crashed. I heard Mama and Papa talking in whispers. Their faces were creased with worry. Then Papa told me to return my new bike. Why? He wouldn't say. But I got the money back. I gave it to him. He hid it in a drawer. I had to return my new sweater, and many other things.
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