I was playing tag with a few other children in a field with tall grass. The girls were all in long plain dresses and had bonnets on their heads. We had white aprons on over our dresses. I think there was one boy. He had on pants that came just below his knees and suspenders. An adult in the distance shouted for us to go hide, so we all ran into the house and up the stairs. (a wooden ladder leading up) There was a tall oval mirror in the corner, a few large storage trunk type chests and a huge window. There was also a coat/hat tree near one of the trunks, and a wooden rocking chair. We all had an assigned place to hide, mine being inside one of the smaller trunks, as I was the smallest in the group. Instead of going directly to our hiding places, we all took a minute to look out the window. I saw a horse-drawn wagon pull into an area with no grass, only dirt. The man driving this wagon looked mean and had a long gun. I heard gun shots and all of us children ran to hide. I climbed into the chest and pulled down the lid. This is where I would always wake up.
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