Your eight year old ducks down while you are dancing to the radio in the car and she mumbles quietly to herself "I am not her child, I am not her child"
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, chocolate in hand screaming... WHOO HOO, What a ride!!
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