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Growing up in a small midwestern town, I
learned early how to make my own fun. With nothing but our imaginations
and our bikes, my cousins and I crisscrossed the quiet streets of our
neighborhood and beyond. We would climb trees, pretend we were
adventurous runaways, and wade through the creek in my grandparents’
backyard, excavating clay for homemade pottery. Ice cream cones and trips
to the pool were highlights, but nothing was quite as exciting as the day
the circus came to town.
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