gasmaskaesthetic:

Friends, a poll: have you ever set yourself on fire, set one of your friends on fire, or been around while people were catching on fire as a side effect of avoiding boredom as a teenager?

No, except maybe for very broad definitions.

I did accidentally drip hot wax on myself (ow) while using a candle to light another candle as a pre-teen, and I did semi-accidentally burn my thumb on a cigarette lighter while trying to use it to light a campfire at age 13 (I didn’t *intend* the burn, but when I saw it was happening I didn’t try to stop it, because I was on my zillionth attempt to light this campfire and I decided that at this point not getting burned wasn’t worth having to start over again). However, I don’t think my body was ever itself actually on fire, and the burns were definitely not for purposes of avoiding boredom.


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slepaulica:

brin-bellway:

slepaulica:

asapscience:

How many digits of π do you know?

I’m a dick!

…I was under the impression that “3.14159265” was the amount you couldn’t help but learn just by living in a culture where the concept of pi is this well-known. Certainly while I remember learning “358” and a little later “9793238” (circa age ten or eleven; I was reading Muse magazine and they had a bit on pi, and I was like “oh hey, more pi digits! that ‘979323’ is a nice pattern, I bet it would be easy to memorise. think I’ll throw in one more while I’m at it”), I don’t remembering learning the first…do you count from before or after the decimal point? Anyway, I don’t remember learning the part in my first sentence because I was so young.

(I suppose it’s not that surprising, really. I frequently have trouble telling the difference between common knowledge and stuff I happened to pick up on the way.)

Most people stop at 3.14. I used 31415926 as the pin for my old phone (I can say this now because it’s not the pin for my current phone and is not a current pin or password for anything). it seemed reasonably secure because most people just picked four digit pins and a random pickpocket probably wouldn’t guess that I had those digits memorised.

and the 535 8 979 323 is a neat pattern too (though the 8 in the middle kinda ruins it)


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brin-bellway asked: Re: kid shows based around buses, what about Magic School Bus?

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hypnoticharlequin:

Did they ever do toys of that?

I’ll admit, I forgot that was a thing as it was never something I saw as a kid. I don’t think it was ever shown in my country? It was something I only really found out about later on and mostly via pop culture osmosis due to how often it was referenced in US media.  

*

Probably? Not sure if I had any Magic School Bus toys myself, but it was a big enough thing here† around the turn of the millennium that they probably made some.

Yeah, I just checked and there were indeed toys. Here’s a couple examples that came up in Google Images.

(I loved Magic School Bus as a kid, so I thought of it immediately.)

†”Here” being used fairly broadly. I was living in America at the time, but I know I saw Magic School Bus being broadcast on Canadian TV even into the 10′s. (They might still do it for all I know; I don’t have TV service these days.)


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surprisebitch:

BABY Shark do do, do do do do

Baby shark do do, do do do do

Baby shark do do, do do do do

BABY SHARK

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influenzsa:

MAMA Shark do do, do do do do

Mama Shark do do, do do do do

Mama Shark do do, do do do do

MAMA SHARK

 

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planetben:

DADDY Shark do do, do do do do

Daddy Shark do do, do do do do

Daddy Shark do do, do do do do

DADDY SHARK

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gnarly-icarli:

GRANDMA Shark do do, do do do do

Grandma Shark do do, do do do do

Grandma Shark do do, do do do do

GRANDMA SHARK

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timberwolfalpha:

GRANDPA Shark do do, do do do do

Grandpa Shark do do, do do do do

Grandpa Shark do do, do do do do

GRANDPA SHARK

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ash-tonirwin:

LET’S GO HUNT do do, do do do do

Let’s go hunt do do, do do do do

Let’s go hunt do do, do do do do

LET’S GO HUNT

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antisocial-astronaut:

SWIM AWAY, doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo.

Swim away, doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo.

Swim away, doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo.

SWIM AWAY.

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literallyee-trash:

SAFE AT LAST, doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo

Safe at last, doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo

Safe at last, doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo

SAFE AT LAST

 

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iiredgm:

whoever doesn’t get this, you are missing out on life bro

 

rebel-against-myself:

I just sat there and sang the entire thing

 

maryellencarter:

I never heard this version! The version I know, after “grandpa shark”, it was “person swimming”, “shark attack”, “happy shark”.

I have done this song exactly once, and I have never been able to find anyone else doing anything close to the version that other Girl Guide troop taught us on that joint camping trip.

There was a lead-in about a couple going to the beach and swimming out into the ocean; I’m not sure how that part went exactly. It leads into the shark list with the line “Then they saw sharks”, though.

(Note that each line was only done once, not 3.5 times as in this thread.)

After the chorus is:

“So they swam back” [swimming motions with arms]
“Faster back” [faster swimming motions]
“Faster still” [even faster swimming motions]
“Not fast enough” [continue swimming, shake head “no”]
“They got a leg” [put one leg forward]
“Other leg” [step forward with other leg]
“And an arm” [hold out arm]
“Other arm” [both arms forward]
“And a head” [lean forward]
“And I was dead” [not sure about motion for this one]
[quietly] “And all were dead” [hold finger in front of mouth in “shh” gesture; “doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo” is subdued]
[quietly] “And all were dead” [ditto]
[big grin, normal volume] “Except the sharks!” [mama-shark clapping, because mama comes first in this version’s list]

(I think the shark order went “mama (horizontal clapping), papa or maybe daddy (vertical clapping), sister (diagonal clapping), baby (hand motions as if making a hand puppet talk; “doo doo”-ing is high-pitched), grandpa (place last knuckle of each finger against last knuckle of corresponding finger on other hand to evoke a mouth with no teeth left, make ‘talking’ motions; “doo doo”-ing is low-pitched and tries to sound old and toothless)”.)

And then you do the shark list again, and that’s how it ends.

It would be nice to refresh my memory on how that version went (though I’m kind of surprised by how much of it I *do* remember given that it was one time seven years ago), but I haven’t found anyone who knows what I’m talking about.


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nonomella:

Coraline is a masterfully made film, an amazing piece of art that i would never ever ever show to a child oh my god are you kidding me

 

cthullhu:

Nothing wrong with a good dose of sheer terror at a young age

 

whatthecurtains:

“It was a story, I learned when people began to read it, that children experienced as an adventure, but which gave adults nightmares. It’s the strangest book I’ve written”

-Neil Gaiman on Coraline

 

greenbryn:

@nightlovechild

 

lierdumoa:

This is a legit psychology phenomenon tho like there’s a stop motion version of Alice and Wonderland that adults find viscerally horrifying, but children think is nbd. It’s like in that ‘toy story’ period of development kids are all kind of high key convinced that their stuffed animals lead secret lives when they’re not looking and that they’re sleeping on top of a child-eating monster every night so they see a movie like Coraline and are just like “Ah, yes. A validation of my normal everyday worldview. Same thing happened to me last Tuesday night. I told mommy and she just smiled and nodded.”

 

redgrieve:

Stephen King had this whole spiel i found really interesting about this phenomenon about how kids have like their own culture and their own literally a different way of viewing and interpreting the world with its own rules that’s like secret and removed from adult culture and that you just kinda forget ever existed as you grow up it’s apparently why he writes about kids so much

 

12drakon:

An open-ended puzzle often gives parents math anxiety while their kids just happily play with it, explore, and learn. I’ve seen it so many times in math circles. We warn folks about it.

 

gokuma:

Neil Gaiman also said that the difference in reactions stems from the fact in “Coraline” adults see a child in danger – while children see themselves facing danger and winning

 

rosymamacita:

i never saw so much push back from adults towards YA literature as when middle aged women started reading The Hunger Games. They were horrified that kids would be given such harsh stories, and I kept trying to point out the NECESSITY of confronting these hard issues in a safe fictional environment.

 

jewishdragon:

Also, in an interview, he said that Coraline was partially based on a story his not yet 6 year old daughter would tell him 

SAGAL: No. I mean, for example, your incredibly successful young adult novel “Coraline” is about a young girl in house in which there’s a hole in the wall that leads to a very mysterious and very evil world. So when you were a kid, is that what you imagined?

GAIMAN: When I was a kid, we actually lived in a house that had been divided in two at one point, which meant that one room in our house opened up onto a brick wall. And I was convinced all I had to do was just open it the right way and it wouldn’t be a brick wall. So I’d sidle over to the door and I’d pull it open.

(SOUNDBITE OF LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: Right.

GAIMAN: And it was always a brick wall.

SAGAL: Right.

GAIMAN: But it was one of those things that as I grew older, I carried it with me and I thought, I want to send somebody through that door. And when I came to write a story for my daughter Holly, at the time she was a 4 or 5-year-old girl. She’d come home from nursery. She’d seen me writing all day. So she’d come and climb on my lap and dictate stories to me. And it’d always be about small girls named Holly.

SAGAL: Right.

GAIMAN: Who would come home to normally find their mother had been kidnapped by a witch and replaced by evil people who wanted to kill her and she’d have to go off and escape. And I thought, great, what a fun kid.

 

somewhereinmalta:

It’s anxious adults who desperately want to “soften” stories. Kids prefer the real thing: with monsters, bloodthirsty ogres and evil murderous stepmothers; where the littlest brother always wins and all the villains are horrendously punished in the end. The world is threatening to the eyes of a child, so they need a fictional universe where the little people have a fair chance against the big and strong.

 

maryellencarter:

Sometimes. Other times you have small anxious children who really, really don’t want anything upsetting or traumatic in their stories. Those do exist; I was one. The whole thing about “children don’t want soft stories, children want gore and horror and decapitated barbies” may apply to a majority of children, but not all of them. :P

#i also went hoppity-skip of my own volition   #i am not and was not a Real Child   #still kind of sensitive about that   #i was easily frightened and easily traumatized   #and the only people who seem to acknowledge that possibility at all   #are like Think Of The Children conservative activists and helicopter parents   #idk if i have a point here   #i just get a little tetchy about Real Children

Oh god, same.

The person right before you in the chain says “The world is threatening to the eyes of a child, so they need a fictional universe where the little people have a fair chance against the big and strong”, and while there’s a important harm *reduction* in that, also very important is “so they need a universe where things *aren’t* threatening for a change”.

This world is one *so* thoroughly threatening that even its *sitcoms* contain shapeshifting monsters that camouflage themselves as normal parts of the environment, and plagues that drive you insane and which can infect you through a phone call. A world where cars have stickers constantly reminding you of the terrible things that can happen to you in them, and every grocery store has a random chance of triggering you, re-rolled every four minutes (and you don’t have enough autonomy to even *attempt* to do anything to counteract it).

Why the fuck *wouldn’t* you want a break from that hellscape?

I did read Coraline as a kid, and I don’t think I found it *especially* horrifying, but “not especially horrifying” is *not* *saying* much at that age.

(I continue to be very glad that I did not read Animorphs.)

(Although, re: decapitated Barbies specifically, I *did* play barber-surgeon† with my stuffed animals. This somehow did not stop me from being what I think was the expected level of horrified by those bits of Toy Story; it wasn’t until I was an adult that I realised I was Sid.)

There’s *some* ways in which I rolled with it more as a kid (for example, my inclination towards fluff is actually *stronger* now), but I think that’s…sort of a learned-helplessness kind of thing? When horror is everywhere, there’s nothing you can do *but* take it.

(related: the thing where younger!me was into (what I would now recognise as) erotic horror because *that was all there was*; my tastes shifted heavily towards fluffy consentful stuff pretty much as soon as there was fluffy consentful stuff to be had)

I wonder if this relates to the assumption between adults that everyone’s masochistic.

†I don’t think I ever actually called it that, but I figure that term gives you a good idea of the sort of things involved.


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kaibawarp:

i’m actually really curious about what the first thing is that comes to mind for everyone when they think of save points. for me it’s the stone couches with the pretty music from ico because it’s one of my favorites


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cryptovexillologist:

I wonder how many interfaith families do combination Easter egg/Afikoman hunts

I wouldn’t call us interfaith (Mom converted to Judaism in part to *avoid* having an interfaith family), but yes, there was at least one year where my parents hid plastic Easter eggs they’d filled with kosher-for-Passover chocolates around the house.


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Anonymous asked: Do you think the age to be an adult should be lowered from 18?

theunitofcaring:

I think we probably shouldn’t primarily be using a discrete legal category of ‘adult’, and should try to transfer each right to people at the point where the coercion made possible by denying them that right is worse than the harm they can do with it. So the voting age should be a lot younger, the driving age probably shouldn’t be, teenagers should be allowed to sign a lease or check into a hotel, you should absolutely never get charged with sex crimes for taking naked pictures of yourself. 

And then in other areas we’re wading into some serious competing access needs. I’m one of those kids who really benefitted from having to interact with zero sexual content until I was 18, and I actually found sex-ed in middle school and high school mildly traumatic because it was giving me information about sex which I did not want to know and wasn’t allowed to opt out of knowing. But sex ed is still really important. I suspect lots of rights-and-access-for-teenagers runs into stuff like that, where some kids genuinely do benefit from being prohibited because they wouldn’t be good at opting out on their own, while other kids really need it. I don’t know exactly how to navigate those. I suspect in general we’re currently erring too far on the paternalistic side.

Here in Ontario, we have a little more progress towards having a staggered adulthood, though I’m sure we have a long ways to go and some of the unlocks might not be in the right places.

That one news story that was all over the place a few years ago, a 17-year-old who tried to refuse cancer treatment and the hospital forced her to take it anyway, is *extra* horrifying if you live in a jurisdiction where the age of medical consent is 16.

(it is a little weird that you can legally consent to *prescription* mind-altering drugs three years before you can consent to *recreational* mind-altering drugs†, though I am aware there exist ethical frameworks in which that makes sense)

I’m not very clear on what exactly legally happens at 17, but I do know my 17th birthday was when our bank started bugging me to take control of the investments my father held on my behalf. (I was, however, allowed to keep my youth bank account until my *19th* birthday (at which point it was transmuted into an adult chequing account).)

(Other banking note: when I first signed up for that youth account at 13, I was immediately offered a debit card, albeit with a pretty low withdrawal limit (a maximum of $100 in purchases and $20 in ATM withdrawals per day, IIRC). I just went and looked at the fine print on youth accounts, and there is no mention of a minimum age for debit cards. It seems doubtful that they would actually give a debit card to, say, a five-year-old if the parents said no, and presumably there’s *some* age before which you need parental permission and after which you don’t. (my parents said yes to the card at 13, so I did not test it then)

The youth account I had at an American bank from age ~6 – 13 did not give me a debit card, though now I wonder if they would have if I had thought to request one and my parents had signed off on it.)

I’d never really thought about it before, but I find that the idea of having a minimum age to check into a hotel feels intuitively nonsensical when I consider it. (I mean, we probably do have one, and I never tried to test it, and maybe there’s some non-obvious reason why it’s a good idea, but) My brain just goes “We serve unattended children at work all the time; why should a hotel clerk respond differently from a fast-food maker? If you’re capable of showing up, communicating your request for purchase, and giving the cashier enough money, and you would be legally allowed to have the thing if somebody else had gifted it to you, then you are old enough to buy the thing.”

P.S. Okay, I went and Googled it and apparently hotel rooms are a little like sex, in that it’s kind of 16 and kind of 18 depending mostly on who you can talk into what. [http://hotelassociation.ca/pdf/Renting%20Hotel%20Rooms%20to%20Minors.pdf] Note, however, that it appears to be *much* harder for a 16-year-old to talk the higher-ups into letting them have a hotel room than into letting them have a sexual partner. A 16-year-old is assumed capable of consenting to sex unless somebody can come up with a good enough reason why not [http://www.cbc.ca/news/politics/faq-age-of-consent-law-canada-1.3851507], and assumed incapable of consenting to a hotel room unless they can come up with a good enough reason why. (and a 14- or even 12-year-old can sometimes be allowed to have sex under the right circumstances, and never allowed to get a hotel room)

(How much you want to bet that nobody involved in deciding what any of the ages in the above paragraph should be directly compared the two acts? made any attempt to ensure we didn’t end up with stricter standards for a smaller deal?)

†Alcohol, tobacco, and–soon–marijuana [https://www.ctvnews.ca/politics/pm-trudeau-says-cannabis-will-be-legal-in-canada-on-oct-17-1.3981228] are all at age 19 in Ontario.


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While I’m on the subject of alternate education methods having fewer obstacles than you might think, here is an example of how a homeschooler goes on field trips:

Mom: *looking at local teacher resources on the Internet*

Resources: Try taking your class for a tour at the nearby widget factory! They do tours for Grades 5 – 12, with a minimum class size of 10, and it’s only $5/student!

Mom: Hey kids, you want to tour a widget factory?

Me: Yeah!

Brother: Sure.

Mom, emailing the field-trip-coordination mailing list: Hey guys, if I can get at least 10 kids aged 10 and up together, I’ll call the widget factory and schedule a tour. Preliminary date is the second Thursday of next month. Cost is $5/kid, paid to me when you get there so I can pay for the group. I’ve already got two signed up. Who’s with me?

Parent: I’ve got three kids for the list!

Other parent: My 12-year-old’s not interested, but the 14-year-old will go.

[etc]

[second Thursday of next month]

Tour guide: Okay kids, time to settle down and at least pretend to listen to the spiel–wait. You’re already settled down, and you appear to be *actually* listening to the spiel. Huh. It’s almost like you wanted to be here.

Kids who wanted to be here: :D

Kids who didn’t want to be here: *at home, reading biology textbook*


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Sort-of-tagged by @justice-turtle. Name ten songs you’re obsessed with:

(I’m going to mutate the “obsessed with” in a different direction than JT did, and do songs that have been important or special to me.)

(In rough chronological order of when they became important/special.)

(Disclaimer: I have not listened to the Youtube links to make sure they work properly.)

1. “Blue (Da Ba Dee)”, Eiffel 65. For something like seven years, I would occasionally get stuck in my head a snatch of tune I called the Ghost. I didn’t know if it was a song I’d heard once as a small child, or something my brain had come up with on its own. I had no idea where to even begin trying to look it up: the memory(?) did not come with any lyrics.

Then, at a bowling alley when I was fifteen, I heard it. At first, I feared it might slip away from me again, as there was too much background noise to make out the words. Fortunately, Mom recognised it, and gave me the name and artist. I was so happy to have finally identified it, I didn’t even care that I came in last in the game.

2. [redacted]. Since I heard this song, my life has never known peace. (Well, okay, it’s known a hell of a lot *less* peace than it would have otherwise.) I probably never would have handled this song very well, but it definitely made things worse that I first heard it while especially vulnerable. To this day, after all this time, it still triggers the fuck out of me. I heard *two seconds* of it in December (before noping the hell out of the store), and it took days for the pain to fade, for it to stop intruding into my thoughts.

I still get twitchy around radios sometimes, if I’m already in a bad way or if it’s a station that’s been known to play it. I still occasionally have nightmares about being forced to hear it. Sometimes even stations that exclusively play new songs worry me a little: having witnessed the depths of how awful a song can be, a proof of concept, there’s a little part of me that wonders how long until someone makes another just as bad.

(I take comfort in the possibility that this song was grandfathered in from a more psychologically fragile version of me, and that–knock on wood–it might not *be* possible to make another just as bad.)

((You know how radio stations these days have websites that tell you what their playlists for the past week have been? I want them to have pages where they tell you what they’re *going* to play. People who like being surprised can avoid looking at those pages, and people with song-related triggers can know when not to go grocery shopping (and can shop with confidence when they *do* go).))

3. “Follow You, Follow Me”, Genesis. There’d been previous Phil Collins songs I’d heard and liked, but this was the song that sparked my special interest in Phil Collins’ music. I heard it on the radio on my way to a Girl Scout event in the autumn of 2006; my Google-fu was terrible when I was 12/13, so it took me three months of wondering about it and over an hour of active searching for me to figure out which song it was.

Have you ever listened to a song you have a special interest in? It’s indescribable. It’s *such* a high.

I rationed it out carefully, knowing my general tendency to have weaker feelings about a song the more times I’ve heard it. (I didn’t account for the fact that my special interests generally only last a year or two, though, so I may have been a bit *too* careful.)

I don’t listen to this song much anymore, because it’s unnerving to hear how far it’s fallen now that the special interest has faded. Like, it’s *nice*, but it’s not *ecstatic* the way it was when I was 13.

4. “Come With Me”, Phil Collins. The only explicit lullaby* I’ve ever actually liked. I think because there was so little pressure in the circumstances around me listening to it: nobody ever forced me to listen to it, nobody hyped it up.

*personally I think “Hold on My Heart” is more soothing, but it’s not really *aiming* for that the way “Come With Me” is

5. “Rolling in the Deep”, Adele. I like 10’s pop a lot better than 00’s pop (I think because when I was a child, kids I disliked tended to be into 00’s pop, and even when I wasn’t in contact with them I viewed 00’s pop through a negative lens because of that), and to me this was the point of changeover between the two. It was refreshing to have a current Top 40 song that I actively *liked*.

6. “Never Let Me Go”, Florence and the Machine. While it’s never been ecstatic the way “Follow You, Follow Me” was, it’s been nice to finally have a favourite song again. And it was my introduction to Florence and the Machine, a very good band in general (though I have *still* not gotten around to finishing my first listen-through of their 2015 album and deciding which of the songs I like; I have not been good at adding new songs to my collection lately). Thank you, random viral Tumblr user who recced it.

7. “Bombay Sapphires”, Stevie Nicks/“Think About It”, Stevie Nicks/“Docklands”, Stevie Nicks. That might qualify as cheating, but all of these fall into the same category: songs whose lyrics didn’t used to make sense until suddenly clicking one day in my late teens/early twenties. You can pretty much trace my developing ability to parse poetic language by how many Stevie Nicks songs I understand. (Some of them I can still see how I would have gotten confused, but last week I was listening to “Bombay Sapphires” and wondering how I ever managed to not understand this song. (although on further reflection, I think the first-person/third-person switches might have been a big part of it))

8. “Sorry”, Assemblage 23. This song probably isn’t ~supposed~ to be about social justice, but it’s definitely about social justice.

Hearing this song for the first time was the tipping point that led to me cutting a lot of contact with old friends and old reading-material-sources. It dawned on me, listening to it, that it’s a *really* bad sign when you start identifying with songs about unhealthy relationships.

(Sample of the lyrics:

I’m sorry I can’t always drown

In rivers of despair

A man forever broken by

A need for your repair

I’m sorry if the things I said

Were somehow misconstrued

I’m sorry, yes I’m sorry

So sorry

But not as sorry as you”)

9. “Sad Angel”, Fleetwood Mac. It was nice to turn the tables and have *me* introduce *Mom* to Fleetwood Mac. Giving a loved one [music from their favourite band] that they had no idea existed is priceless.

10. “Almost Home”, Sultan and Shepard. The newest addition to my music collection. Under normal circumstances it would have just been okay (maybe still good enough to keep around), but I first heard it all the way through during the first time I was in a different country from my parents*, so I was particularly prone to Feelings about reuniting loved ones. I remember listening to it on the radio at work the day they were due to come back, singing along and trying not to cry.

*Or rather, they were in a different country from me. I stayed put, they went away. (not by choice: there were family matters in America that needed taking care of in person)


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