Mom has always said I was a cautious
little girl. I don't have scars from my childhood or dramatic stories
of falls or doings of things that didn't involve having the approval
and comfort of my mom or big sister. I never strayed from their
eyes and refused to move beyond where they couldn't come to my rescue. This might come as a shock, since now that older I'm always the one that is "out there and impulsive" among my friends. I think that in my wrongdoings, I found a false sense of courage that impulsed me into not thinking
things through.
I sometimes wish I still had the
brash impulse within me so I could to take more chances and let
go of my fears...
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