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When I was young, maybe 10 or so, I remember jumping from the attic box-room to the floor below. In my mind, I was a superman, and this could be achieved. The excruciating pain that followed reminded me that Superman also experienced pain when trying to achieve extraordinary feats!

It was only yesterday that I lifted you off your feets and swung you around, your hair forming a circle in my little room. I love the shreik of surprise that you let out, and the tantrums you throw when I don't put you down. I would love to do this with you all my life.

That hint of a sprain in my lower back tells me that the Superman is still alive in me, it's just that you, probably, you should hit the gym more often.

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  1. Launna October 25, 2017 at 9:42 AM

    The things we do as children without ever thinking of the consequences...I hope you heal quickly... I am going to think positive xox

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  2. WritingsForLifeNovember 14, 2017 at 9:22 PM

    Awww :-)

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  3. Jennifer WagnerDecember 17, 2017 at 5:21 AM

    Ha!! This is a hoot. Fantastic. Merry Christmas to you and yours, Raj!

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