You're writing your autobiography. What's your opening sentence? The day I was born the frosted cold wind swirled its way around my mother like wrapping cotton candy around its cone, as she made her way to the outhouse close to ten feet from the hous…
You're writing your autobiography. What's your opening sentence?
The day I was born the frosted cold wind swirled its way around my mother like wrapping cotton candy around its cone, as she made her way to the outhouse close to ten feet from the house.
Quote: I thought I had to have a good shit. Unquote. But in its stead, I was born.
Quote: I took my clothes off and wrapped you up so you wouldn't freeze to death.
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