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Hey, do you think it's weird to see a memory in 3rd person...I mean, as a little kid playing soccer I'd get so freaked out when I had the ball and then other little kids would of course run up to get it that I'd sit in the field and cry so then my dad would carry me off to the sidelines and I'd just watch the rest of the game. I know it's not something I dreamed up, and I know it was me and not some other kid, but I still see the memory in 3rd person (come to think of it...I don't even know WHY I liked soccer back then, no real connections with the other kids, the coaches would always yell at me because I never had a clue what I was doing. I mean...as I grew older I hated it more but still, for a couple of years I actually liked it. Nowadays I do kind of like playing soccer as long as it's not competitive so it doesn't matter if you have no skill whatsoever.)
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