found this quote and thought it was soo cuteee -- ; )
sometimes I lose track of who i am. I forget that I'm all grown up now. I'm not the little girl with pretty curls that used to hold daddy's hand when she crossed the street. I no longer beg to have a box of animal crackers at the grocery store or ride in the shopping cart. I don't dream of going
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