I WAS SO TALENTED WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. I WISH I KNEW. I WAS SO TALENTED IN WAYS I WOULD NEVER RECOGNIZE MYSELF FOR. ACTIVE, ANTSY, PRECOCIOUS, SELF-PROCLAIMED POET, FORGED A SUCCESSFUL CAREER IN BEING SPOILED AND RIGHTFULLY TALENTED AT GYMNASTICS, BOARD GAMES, AND MAKING PEOPLE LAUGH. 

GOD, I WAS SO TALENTED WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. I COULD HOLD MY BREATH AND COUNT TO TWENTY AND NOT FEEL AS IF I WOULD DIE. I HAD LONG HAIR. I WAS QUIPPY. I WORE THE SAME SHOES OVER AND OVER AGAIN. WHEN YOU ASKED ME WHAT I WANTED TO BE WHEN I GREW UP, I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE ANSWERED WITH LIVING, BECAUSE THAT WAS ALL I DID. I THOUGHT I WAS JUST SO SNAPPY. SHE HAD ALL THE ANSWERS. SHE HAD EVEN MORE CONFIDENCE. 

SHE KNEW ALL FIFTY STATES AND COLORS AND FRUITS OF LIFE AND WHAT MADE HER MOTHER LAUGH OR EVEN WHAT MADE HER CRY. SHE WAS STRONG, WENT TO BED AT EIGHT, HAD BOTH MORNING AND NIGHT ROUTINES. SHE WANTED TO MOVE TO SAN FRANCISCO BECAUSE WHY THE  HELL NOT, AND WHY THE HELL NOT WAS A GOOD ENOUGH REASON.