September 13, 2003

I rode a ferris wheel, the bumper cars and one of those you-stand-up-and-they-spin-you-high-in-sky rides at a church fair on Sunday. I was fine — I was ecstatic — until that last one. My stomach leapt against the walls of my body. High up in the evening sky and at the top of my lungs, I shouted, “I’m not 16 anymore.” It took two hours and two glasses of water to get my stomach to settle again.


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    I take photos. Lots of photos.
    I wish on stars and on websites.

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    I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.

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