childhood
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On the Twelfth Day of Blogmas: Christmas Day
I know that I was a girl who played with bugs and owned an iPod and ran races, once. But those versions of me are so far removed from the current version of me that I feel as though I’m talking about different people.
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On the Eighth Day of Blogmas: Just Like the Snow I Used to Know
But the delight of seeing that wondrous powder fall from the sky … and the world outside completely untouched by footprints or pawprints or car tracks just yet … it made me feel as though the snow existed entirely for me.
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On the Second Day of Blogmas: Reflecting on Christmas Eve, being a child, and wanting children.
The way the adults got on made it seem as though the world simply existed for them to live in it. That their only job was to shriek with laughter and dunk those large shrimps into the pools of tart, red sauce on their plates.
That American Girl 