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Back in the Saddle

When I was about seven years old my Auntie Di and Auntie Sue took me and my big sister Emily to the Grand Canyon.  I had never been on a big trip and was a bit nervous about the unknown of the plane ride.

My aunts were prepared, though.  Once we were in our seats they pulled out markers, coloring books, and paper dolls to keep us too busy to think about flight's inherent potential for disaster.  My main concern ended up being with trying to make enough room on my tray table to fit a soda amongst all the paper dolls. This was a pretty luxurious problem to have compared with those I encountered in my daily life.

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