This is how the memories come back to me. In pieces, fragmented; like a dream but I know it’s real. And I know that anyone I tell will question my ability to discern real from imagined, because it was so long ago. So why bother?

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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