Captain’s Log. April 20, 2019. 11:27 PM. Family Domicile. One hundred and eleventh entry.
When I was a small child, I learned of my love for words. 263 more words
When I was a kid, it would not be uncommon to find me at a park playing with every kid under the sun. I would get home, my mom would ask me who I played with that day. 851 more words
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We often think of sleep as a chance to switch off from the outside world, leaving us blissfully ignorant of anything going on around us.