I've wanted to be a writer for a long time, which is surprising when I remember it, since I went through such a long period of time when I thought that electrical engineering would be the way to go. (Hah!)
So I was looking through some old folders today and ran across this little gem, which, from the cursive handwriting, I would guess was composed sometime during my late elementary school years:
"Why do things always happen the way they do? Why is magic so rare nowadays? Why are there so many burglaries?"
Why are there so many burglaries indeed? This has been a lifelong question. And I still don't have an answer.
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Kids say the darnedest things.
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