My First times that rocked my world
When I was a four-year-old, I walked into my parents’ bedroom. There’s a large mirror against the battered wall. I feel great. Until I set my eyes on the mirror. The girl in the image. Is it me? Don’t know. Is this my image? This strange girl I have never seen before. It’s hard to tell. She surely isn’t me. Or am I wrong? Let’s stick out my tongue and make funny faces. See what happens. Hey. The girl sticks out her tongue too. That’s weird. OK. Let’s try something else. Let’s see if the girl can do this.
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