Thursday, 3 March 2011

Day 2: My first love

My first love was Winnie the Pooh and his friends. They were my invisible friends in my rather solitary life. They were also the source of much wisdom.

My first heartbreak was when Piglet died.

I asked my godmother what we were eating for dinner, and she answered Piglet ("Nasse"). I still don't eat pork if I can avoid it, it tastes horrible and sticks in my throat and I get the urge to puke. All in my head, I know - but associations are powerful and can do much to affect ones life.

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