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I remember being in Colorado in 1978 with my step-brother , walking down the side of a highway and thinking how cool it was to be hangin with him and I should enjoy this because it's not going to be for much longer.
3 months later I was an ex-step kid and I never saw him again.
I always wish I could have told him how much I really cared about him and how much I appreciated how nice he was to me.
It meant so much in those turbulant times.
My earliest wierd memory was being in the crib and not being able to do much of anything...and being frustrated by that fact (but not really understanding what 'frustrated' meant )
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