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Then I grew up and realized what a colossal waste of time that was. I learned to enjoy happy moments as they unfolded, absorbing them like a warm light. Once in a while though, that little girl, who is me, peeks in, taking me back to the day at a playground when my mother asked “Didn’t you like the ride? You didn't smile once.” I answered: “I was just thinking about how sad I’m going to be when it’s over.”
Sheesh. What a morose kid!
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