Tag: it all depends on me
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The Pendulum Can Be A Pit
Growing up in the Midwest, winters were bitterly cold and snow was the norm. I loved being outside, ice skating, sledding, snowball fights. Shoveling snow? Not so much. In the evenings, when darkness fell quickly, my twin sister and I would play in our basement. Dad had rigged a swing down there–we had the space…
Tip of My Iceberg 