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A history in pictures |
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We all have these pictures, the ones that tell a story, our story, the story of our life. Well these are mine. A brief visual narrative on my life. |
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And so we begin, a star is born. |
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Sadly, thou, I became a teenager with an attitude, and ripped jeans. |
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And turning eighteen didn't help my fashion much. |
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We all remember prom, don't we. |
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Somehow I went to college. |
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Don't worry, my wardrobe got better with age. |
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And I met a wonderful man. |
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Now how did that happen! |
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My first day as a mom. |
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And here I am now. |
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