Writing starter part. 2

My shovel hit something. Memories flashed through my mind, I couldn't believe that I had hit this spot. The spot that was meant to be hidden. Many years ago I had gone through a lot of trouble to hide this from her, my sister I mean. I had hid her favorite barbie house in our backyard, to tease her. And told everyone my friend stole it. I guess our lies always find us, one way or another.