My sleeping bag
The shoe boxes filled with cashola
I have woken up and my house was on fire. Grabbed my beats and my phone instinctively and ran out to get help.
My cat Skittish.
my box of journals that I have written in throughout my life. I call it My Life In A Box, its my most treasured possesion because my whole life is in that box...I have written in my journals all my life ever since I got my very first diary as a little girl.
Me and the cat.
Toss up between my guns and my birth certificate since it's in German.
My son birdie
My son, and leave the door open for the cats to run out too.
My niece, that's the one thing I couldn't stand to lose in that house.
The fire extinguisher, duh.