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First Step


My first step, do i start with my left or with my right?
when i was born i couldn't crawl. it's like i was trapped body wise being carried
everywhere. When i grew older little by little, my hands held my body weight and i dashed away with my knees, making me slightly faster. when i could no longer crawl i learned to stand although, i was confused which one should i use? number 1 or number 2? when i thought about moving my mind wouldn't decide, so i stood still then i fell.. i lost my balance i almost cried. not because i was hurt but because i was sad, that i couldn't crawl away from this. i had to learn to walk like mother and father. i stood again with the help of my friends mr. couch and Mr.Bin. I moved my left then my right then i switched it up until it felt right. I didn't give up although it was very confusing, something to think about but i managed to get it. it took me a few, but i finally noticed i wasn't broken. i got happy and jumped around with a smile on my face to show i'm proud. the laughter not of hate because i managed and it was safe. i kept thinking it was dangerous to take my first step, but that's when my life began, i wasn't all that afraid, i started my path walking on it all on my own. i was able to dance like others and run away to hide when things went bad the things that made me sad. i got stronger each moment, cause i was able to start a path of my own, i took my first step.  

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