When I was a little girl, I would play make-believe with my best friend. We made up stories about living in the outdoors, being orphans and having to take care of ourselves, being animals, being princess, being - well, really anything we wanted to be at that moment. I remember when we picked what age we were going to "be" that I almost always picked 26. Why? I don't know. But it seemed like a good responsible age. Leave it to my independent self to know that when I was 8 years old, being able to take care of myself would be a huge source of pride.
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