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When I was young, the world was small and beautiful. To you, that may sound trite or simplified, and yet for me, that was just the way things were. My life, and everyone I knew in it, fit into neat little boxes that were easily understood.
The funny thing is, I don’t actually remember much about my childhood. Besides the trivial memories in which my small world was temporarily shaken, my brain remains hazy about those years. Getting angry with my sister Megan, sticking gum in her hair, and then subsequently smearing peanut butter through it to get it out. Being childishly devastated when I learned that my dad was one month younger than my mom. Feeling guilt when I accidentally overfilled the upstairs bathroom sink, causing our kitchen ceiling to partially collapse. These were the small, harmless (and in hindsight rather comical) events that I considered upsetting enough to destabilize my otherwise balanced world. Continue reading