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I have a lot of memories from around the time I was three or four. Those were great times. Some major events some minor. I remember painting the trees blue because I thought it was a pretty color and cutting down all my mothers flowers because I was sure my rubber knife was in there and I thought they were weeds. I remember picking and eating fresh asparagus that use to grow wild along the ditch by the house. I remember getting kicked by a horse, boy do I remember that.
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