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The visualization of home is accompanied by an assortment of comforting memories from that distant period in my life. I was only 5 at the time, but my parents were together, and despite the occasional whistling of their boiling kettles, it was a peaceful time. I had no responsibilities, the gravity of my existence hadn't yet caught up with me, and everything I knew was contained within a single neighborhood and school. I was shielded from the disfigured, volatile, and utterly merciless world at large. No decision on my part was required beyond the color of balloon I preferred for birthday parties. I had Thomas the Tank Engine and dinosaur toys, and I built huts in the shaded sand beneath a slide at the playground. I was thoroughly amused by poop jokes, and the greatest uncertainty in life was how a certain girl would respond to my love letter hidden in her desk.
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