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Have you ever woken up and just wondered how you got to be what you are? Looked around and wondered how you got this life? For an instant it all seems wrong and somehow doesn't fit.

I was ten years old and lying in the cool grass making daisy chains, picturing a glittering future. That future didn't include this house, this car, this world, this me. I think I was the strongest when I was ten years old, and if I had to go back I couldn't face that version of me with what I have become. She would be horrified at my fear and tentativeness.

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