Well, yea, sometimes, it was just chicken for supper when I was 2. I remember the corn, well, as well. I don't know why, but it was good but seemed like I should be able to have better food. I know we didn't have much money, so that's probably why. My mom didn't work when my brother was a toddler but supposedly did somehow when I was. I thought she stayed home with us. Sometimes, my grandma was here, but I don't really think she was taking care of us.
Like, I would be at the table with my corn not wanting it because it was both sweet and not tasty.
Yes, I was a bit explosive in a way that was like being put together of like sorta odds and ends, like I guess being mixed racially. I guess I got over whatever that was. Well, in some ways, I'm sure I haven't. I don't know why I can't sit down and like do it the right way. I'm in a lot of turmoil, in a way, and like half dead though not like damaged as a person. I'm not sure what all that will suggest... I mean, some people just like to make a big deal of things. I ran into a mature girl in the store who seemed Irish, part Irish. She seemed to see things in a mature, typical or whatever word you'd use way.
I'm confused. I just saw an ad of coffee being poured from a machine. What's it like to grow up eating normal food? I supposedly had normal food, but I don't remember it. I don't think it was fancy, but it was healthier than most people.
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