My older sibling, wanted a little sister so she, pulled me around in a little red wagon dressed up in a sun skirt until I was five .. a year earlier my mom stopped breast feeding me but proceeded to feed me wheat germ, carob and tofu way before it was cool. My brothers told me a jock strap was what fighter pilots wore on their heads for oxygen.. so I ran around the neighborhood with my arms out like a plane, jockstrap on my head making fighter jet noises .. what I am trying to say is I had a very typical childhood.
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