You were a young kid in the midst of Chicago. You were an orphan, you didn't want to go to the orphanage, so you hid in your mother, and fathers old house pretending an adult lived there, and not just you

You were sitting on the porch of your wooden house. Dust covering you, while you sit there. Suddenly a young boy runs up to you looking at you in awe, and then comes a young girl who grabs his shoulders and pulls him back.