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I was 20 months old my mother would have been 8 months pregnant with my little sister. As well as this pool I would have had a sandpit too. It was in a concrete pit that one day had been a goldfish pond. When we went to live in the house I grew up in Dad decided it wasnt safe and drained it and made it into a sand pit instead. It was an awesome sand pit about 6 foot by maybe 4 foot with a depth of maybe about 2 or 3 feet in depth. We had many years of fun playing in it. At night it had an iron cover made of roofing iron sheets joined together with wood over it.
