In 1996, I wrote a will.I didn't have many belongings — I had my beloved boom box with my CD collection and my art class pottery that won first place in a junior high art show. I still had my collectible dolls, the ones I had gotten every year from Santa for most of my childhood, and my frayed, yellow baby blanket.I guess it was a bit morbid, writing a will on lined, wide-ruled paper pulled from my pre-AP English notebook. After all, I was only 14.In June 1996, I was headed to [...]
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