When I was about 5 years old, I had my tonsils removed. Strep throat was a huge problem for me, so my tonsils had to go. When I woke up, I apparently told the doctor that he was a liar and that he did not take out my tonsils. I also refused to talk to anyone for the next few days. I don't remember much of what happened, but I remember using my thumbs to say that I could not see the TV.
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Beautiful Moments
Non-FictionLife is precious, life is short, life is sweet. Our moments are too valuable to keep stored away in our minds. This book will be a tale of my wonderful, hilarious, and beautiful moments as I travel through this crazy world that is called life.
