Sunday, November 20, 2011
west virginia
On the monorail, to be precise. That is why I chose this photo.
It was actually quite scary and I burst into tears. (I was 12, separated from my mother, had no idea where I was, and no idea how to make the monorail take me where I wanted to go.)
Then I collected myself, found some coins in my pocket and figured it out.
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You've done so much more in life than I have, like been on a monorail.
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