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A Big Decision at Fourteen
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Center of Attention
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Being Brave at Four
ch_client = "manojt"; ch_width = 300; ch_height = 250; ch_type = "mpu"; ch_sid = "Chitika Default"; ch_alternate_ad_url = "http://www.theunrealuniverse.com/ads/ads1.php?size=300x250&kwds="; ch_color_site_link = "#164675"; ch_color_title = "#164675"; ch_color_border = "#B0C9EB"; ch_color_text = "#333333"; ch_color_bg = "#FFFFFF"; “What is going to happen?” I had wondered to myself. I was 4-years old and I was going to the hospital operating room. They told me that the doctors were going to take a look at something inside my leg. I was trying my best to put my bravest face on. My parents had assured me that I’ll be asleep while the doctors did their work and everything will be alright when I woke up. Dr. Imamura, my Filipino-Japanese pediatrician, came by my hospital bed and gave me a die-cast miniature bus from Matchbox. That took my mind off worrying a bit. Matchboxes were my favorite toys at the time … Read entire article »
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