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We didn't have a real shower in our apartment. Mother attached a hose to the faucet in the kitchen. She tied the other end to a water pipe that ran up to the ceiling. It hung over a drain in the corner of our concrete floor. This became our shower.
Each day of summer, I looked forward to getting in the cold shower after dinner. I stayed in as long as I could.