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I was just thinking of how piercing my crying must have been when I was an infant. I guess you can't blame my older brothers and my mother for stuffing my mouth with cotton balls and duck-taping it closed. Even that would probably only muffle it. I vaguely remember the time, and I'm sure I was only upset from being left to sit still after being thrown across the room - wrapped safely in aluminum foil, of course. I used to like flying through the air like that, and one of them would never fail to catch me. Sometimes the catch made a touchdown. Made me feel like a winner.
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Saturday, September 4, 2010
The Good Old Days
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