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Feb 2016
At 8 years old,
we went through waterfalls with an old mattress on a flight of stairs. We swung through the jungle by jumping from one chair to another.

We got married a thousand times to our favourite Backstreet boy, with fake flowers and paper rings. We won beauty pageants and waved to an audience made of air.

At 8 years old, we survived battles and won fights.
**We lived in an imagined world that may not be real, but felt right.
the one person who made my childhood a little happier, Tan Shao Yi.
Trudy Gold
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