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.
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.