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Maelian
Join Date: Apr 2012
Location: Seattle
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I must've been about 2 at the time. I was sitting in dad's lap. It was summer and he was making chocolate milk (with the syrup and the milk because we were broke as hell). I guess he got a little carried away with stirring it because he broke the glass and it got all over the place - especially on me.
To this day I have an extreme distaste for anything that feels sticky. I also have a somewhat disembodied memory of sitting in my high chair right before bed (probably would have been like 3 at the time) and I remember every detail of the kitchen and living room, even how the light looked against the wall, and this song was playing before my mom shut off the stereo for the night. Pretty much most of my memories throughout my entire life are accompanied by music.
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