I can’t remember to put on socks, and you think I will remember what I wanted to be at 5? I was probably eating dirt.
I think at 5 I was in a Catholic school; I’m pretty sure it was the Holy Rosary with the Venerian Sisters for after-school care. That clouds my memory of that time. Those were nasty penguins that left me with some trauma, I’m sure, so for 5, it was wanting to be out of there, not what I wanted to be. I never aspired to be anything but me.
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