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A BIT ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD, WHEN I WAS YOUNG..
(I'm feeling accomplished)
i was born into a poor family of millionaires, the smallest house in the richest part of the neighborhood... the cruel laughs and snide comments of my family not being able to purchase the simplest necessities of life, jets, more than 3 servants, and other stuff that a person needs to survive in this world....i remember when i was 6 years old and i was given a baby blue cadilac for my birthday,, i was so horrified that my friends would see it, that i hid it away in the garage with the chauffeur that came with it, and left them there, all other kids were given BMWs...it was a struggle for us, but i learned about people, and that all millionaires are the same, more or less,regardless of how much, or little millions that they have in their possession... i am saying this because of all the negative comments left about me, that i am out of touch with the real world and yada yada yada, and i felt a need to tell of the person that i really am.....next....my teenage years.....
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