When I was six, I fainted on the first day of school, falling from the porch in front of the old school and landing behind the hedge. Yes, I came up missing that day. I’d forgotten to breathe!
The first birthday party I attended as a girl around seven, swimming in the lake in Hot Springs, Arkansas, ended with someone jumping on my head, sending me deep into the murky water. I sensed that I might come up missing again. But, thankfully, I was yanked from the water and given another day. I could still breathe!
The first Girl Scouting outing I attended gave all the girls stomach aches after we’d hiked for miles. Our hot dogs had spoiled, and the weekend trip ended with gross elements churning our stomachs. But we could still breathe!
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