Monday, July 5, 2010

Where at least I know I'm free.

It was a mellow kickback at Jon's place that day.





My mom took me out to dinner today, and we were talking about the younger years. She told me how I didn't know one word of English until my first day of preschool. She asked me how I managed to communicate when I stepped foot into the school bus. I just shrugged, how was I suppose to remember? It happens, I guess.

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