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I fell down the wooden stairs of a 19th century farmhouse when I was 3. Bruised from head to toe, and then I got the stomach flu the next day and was throwing up so much Mom took me to the hospital--at which point I ceased to vomit. My mom was so embarassed, because I looked like I'd been beaten.
Shortly after that, I pedaled my trike off of the edge of my aunt's patio and straight into a rosebush. That was worse than falling down the stairs. Owww.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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