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My childhood was a happy one. We didn’t have a lot, but there was enough and us kids never went without the important things.
When I was about a year old, apparently I didn’t crawl at all but would rip across the floor on my butt at quite a speed. My Dad would sing my praises and lift me high above his head. It would have been an amazing view as my Dad was a tall man.
As a young child I could easily count up to twenty using my fingers and toes.
Today I count my blessings, taking the rough with the smooth but like so many, I am trying not to panic over this current virus situation.