I remember as a child running down the street, my bare feet smacking against the hot pavement as I stared straight up into the sun with a big smile on my face because I really thought the sun was a person that loved me and I wanted it to see me and kiss it. I believed this because I was upset about having freckles and my mother told me that every freckle was a kiss from the sun and that the sun must love me very much. And I wanted to love it back.


 
			
			 
					
				 
			
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			 Originally Posted by LunarWeaver
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 Which was blue with three small legs. Then after I got home dirty and scratched my mother took me back and bought it for me. I think that was the first time I managed to escape punishment.
 Which was blue with three small legs. Then after I got home dirty and scratched my mother took me back and bought it for me. I think that was the first time I managed to escape punishment. 
 
			
 
			 
						
 
			

 
			
 
			 
					
				 
			 
			