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I don't remember much from my early years, most<BR>
things have been told to me by my parents. Like<BR>
me waking them up one morning proudly exclaiming<BR>
that I've made circles <CITE>"sijklaj"</CITE> on the wall with<BR>
wax crayons.</P>
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There are also some rumours about stolen chocolate<BR>
and destroyed guitarr and records. There was even<BR>
some photos about the chocolate incident, but I<BR>
don't remember it, so it couldn't have happen.</P></CENTER>
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I guess I've always been questioning authority and had<BR>
to figure out some things by myself. I could never take<BR>
someones word for anything but had to find out by trying<BR>
if I couldn't find any reason for what they said. Like<BR>
when I was in kindergarten and everyone told me that<BR>
I could NOT go down the slope towards to woods with<BR>
the sleigh. I could not understand why I shouldn't.<BR>
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So I put the sleigh towards the trees and went downhill.<BR>
<CITE>Bang!</CITE> The sleigh split in two and now I could see why I<BR>
should not go by sleigh towards the trees. I didn't get hurt<BR>
though, but the sleigh certainly learned a lesson.</P>
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"Everything is funny as long as it happens to somebody else."<BR>
-Will Rogers 
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