Again. Playing catch up. I am the worst at this.
My earliest memories are of my childhood home--we lived there till I was 3 and a half--and I remember several things, but they are just bits and pieces.
I also very vaguely remember drinking pink medicine (the bubblegum kind) at Preschool and having to take syrup of Ipecac. That might be the first memory, actually--I was 2.
Binge eater, even then.
The average American woman lives 81 years. That is about 30,000 days. 30,000 opportunities for happiness, joy, and growth. This is my journey through my 30,000 sunrises and sunsets.
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