My first memory was when I was 6. It was the day of my long-awaited birthday party and my family and I made a trip to Party City. On our way back to the car, I raced my older brother, Aaron, and fell. I cut my knee and elbow open and had to sit on my mom’s lap on the way home. I still have scars, both on my knee and elbow.
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