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Submitted to Contest #211
My grandma was unconventional, that’s for sure. She rode a motorcycle, she fished, she skiied, and she hunted. And, no, my grandma was not part of a biker gang. She just loved riding her motorcycle. I never understood as a child that my grandma was different from the other grandmas. That’s just the way she was, and I loved and accepted her for it. Grandma was tall with short gray hair, kind brown eyes and a great, big smile. Every time I hugged her, the overwhelming scent of fresh air and Listerine mouth ...
Family is not only a blood relative. In fact, they come in many different shapes and sizes. The way I learned about the power of love didn’t come from my family, it came from an unlikely source, a little pony I had as a child named Sunshine. I grew up in an abusive household, and there were a lot of fears in my young life. I was afraid of the adults around me. I was afraid of the kids at school. I was afraid of the dark. I had more fears in my life than I could put a name to. My mom had many relationsh...
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