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When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

A hairbrush, a heartA child’s imaginationTraveling through song Used to flip my dad’s recliner over, crawl underneath and listen to this song on repeat through headphones pretending I was traveling through space. Tied my shirt up and sang with Cher into my hairbrush always remembering to lean back and let my hair fall like aContinue reading “When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?”