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ayla
I believed that . . . my big brother was a hero that my dolls came alive when I wasn't in the room that I could fly with my Mary Poppins umbrella... More »
ayla
It's a tie between three things - my Grandma, my Grandpa & my weeping willow tree. My Grandma was the best cook in all the world. (at her funeral it was almost embarrassing, every eulogy... More »
ayla
I’m four and I’m riding my bike. No training wheels. I’m free, I’m free! I’m following my brother, he is five, and we are riding on the sidewalk made of bricks. ... More »
ayla
To be scared
ayla
My first memory involves my big brother, Mike. I was 2 or 3 years old and he was 3 or 4. (This is how old we were when we lived at this location, so I'm... More »
ayla
I grew up in Carson City, Michigan. I spent my entire childhood there and upon graduating high school fled as quickly as possible. Even though I grew to really hate small town life by the... More »
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