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The Importance Of Being Alone In My Life

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I was Five It was early, maybe 6 o’clock in the morning, on a school day. I woke up to the noise of car engines firing, the sounds of busy people getting to their busy jobs. It was loud outside, yet where I was, inside my room, you might very well have heard a pin drop. I heard the noises outside, but, nonetheless, those noises were muted to me because all I could concentrate on was the silence of my room and the stillness of my whole house. I was alone. Not just alone in my room, I was alone in my house. I don’t know why it took me by surprise anymore, it's not like I hadn’t been alone in the morning, on a school day, a million times before. I guess it was because I never really sat down and thought about it. I got up and the routine started. I was alone, I was getting ready for school by making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich because we were all out of turkey and jalapeños, always my favorite choice for lunch. I was doing all of this in my power puff girls tee shirt and my pink light up sketchers. I was five years old. Now, I know you might be thinking, “how could her parents be so careless and cruel to leave their daughter all alone with that much responsibility?” Well, it isn’t exactly as bad as it sounds. In no way were my parents bad parents at all. On the contrary, they were awesome parents, they did everything to provide the best for me, the only thing they didn’t know was that that the last thing I wanted was the materialistic stuff. All, I wanted was to be
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