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When I was the age of eleven I owned a pair of red patent leather pumas. I also owned blue umbros with silver stripping and a large Tazmian devil shirt that approached my knees in caution. I wore these items in unison with my head held high. Five years prior, I dreamt of kickball matches with high tops kicks, wrapped in colored laces and defining moments of mouse-cising victory dances mid game. I was a heavenly creature, more awesome then the actual biblical sense of the word.

I don't regret a single moment of my life. What you see is what you get.