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My brother and I were really a "couple of wild indians," as my grandma used to say, with tough-as-leather feet from running barefoot on gravel roads and a constant ring of dirt around our necks that Mom always insisted on scrubbing 'til raw and bloody before going to town.

As I was saying, there were times when my brother and I appeared to be in the same very painful dimension. I clearly remember swinging from a tree with a rope around my waist.

I was one of two kids, my brother being a year and a half older than me. We lived on a farm, but as it turns out, we actually lived in alternate dimensions of the same farm. I've only recently begun to put together this theory, but the clues I've been gathering seem to point in that direction. They are as follows: