In this picture I think I'm around seven. I'm the one laying across my Uncle Alan's lap. This is right before my life sort of changed. Before I hit puberty and the depression kicked in. Before the people I loved started disappearing and hurting me. I'm told that when I was this age I was confident, outgoing, fearless, friendly, full of energy and force to be reckoned with. A little bit later, I withdrew into myself, had trouble making friends, I actually stopped talking altogether for awhile, and not long ago I lost the wonderful man in this picture.
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