Holding Water in Your Hand
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Ongoing8m
Last published Mon, Oct 8, 2012
Everything I can remember since I was about three years old. I'll sensor somethings that are personal so I won't come right out and say some things in the later chapters of my life, so you'll have to read between the lines. I'm not very good at describing myself so you'll just have to read about me.
The name of my "book" came from an experience that I had when I was about twelve years old. I was living in Sophia and I had went to visit a friend and I was surprised by how much more strict her parents were than mine. When I came home, I told my dad about it. His response was this, "Kids are like water in your hand. You know like when you hold it real easy, it takes a long time for it to all go away, and even then there's still some that gets left behind, but if you start with the water in you palm and you hold onto it as tight as you can, it leaves your hand all together." That is something that has stuck with me and I will carry it onto my children if I'm ever lucky enough to have them.
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