Write about one of your earliest memories.
My little brother Ryan was born when I was about four years old; I dimly remember wondering how babies were born with clothes on, if mothers somehow fabricated them inside their bellies or what. I remember he was crying and screaming, a blistering lobster red.
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Monday, December 8, 2008
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