My childhood was spent dancing, singing and trying to (poorly) match the notes that Whitney hit flawlessly. As a little girl in my bedroom with a ponytail on the side of my head, I thought I was Whitney. It doesn't matter what takes you from this world, but the memories you created within others, while you were here.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
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