When I was little, I helped my mom grow cabbages twice the size of my head. Sunset was the end of my day, and sunrise was the beginning of it. I loved riding in the car when it was dark, and when it rained I would choose two small raindrops and pretend that they were racing each other, excitedly watching for which one would reach the bottom of the window first. I had indian-dark skin and white-blonde hair. Discovery park down the road was like a whole new world; so many nooks and crannies to hide in. My brother and I would spend hours and hours building elaborate hot-wheels tracks. Forts were our first sleeping choice, but not necessarily my mom's. My dad would give me one scoop of ice cream each night, and then brush my teeth before bed. I have lived 18 years of a beautiful life, and I hope that I live many, many more.
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