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What is your earliest memory? First day of school? Your third birthday? Your sister throwing a tantrum on the Easter Bunny’s lap when you were four? All are reasonable choices. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Mine though?
That’s the thing. I have no story. No memories. One moment I was nothing and the next a character fully aware of my own fictionality. And you know, I’ve always been okay with this. Until recently.
Lately, it seems my whole world has been, how shall I say...a little off-kilter and three steps to the left.