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  • Until I was 3, I lived on a cul-de-sac.

    The ground was gravelly and rocky.

    My sister was 4 years older than me and I was always running around chasing after her - - and always falling down hurting my knees.

    I remember my parents touching me on the knee and saying, “Dab, dab, go away.”
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