I remember the death of Diana. I was, what 3 or 4, and I can remember sitting by the television and seeing all of the flowers. I don't know what I learnt what it meant but I can remember seeing everyone looking so sad but thousands of thousands of flowers. The twin towers was (I think) that first time that I actually understood what happened.
I'm going to start doing the Writer's Blocks' just to kick start.
How am i?:
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complacent
nostalgic

curious
cold
busy
hungry
excited
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