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A memory from my childhood

When I was about eight my mama took me to a local party store to get us treats. Normally, she would quickly run inside well I waited in the car. This time she decided to take me in with her so I could pick out something myself. She hauled me out of my car seat put me on her hip and we went into the store together. Once inside, I picked out my candy bar and my mom purchased whenever she was going to get and we went up to the cashier. The cashier looked at eight-year-old me and said, “tell your mom you're big enough to get down and walk by yourself.” My mom and I looked in each other and she said, “do you want to tell him or should I?”
I looked at him and said, “I can't walk I have cerebral palsy.” His jaw fell open and he started offering me free candy. Any normal eight-year-old probably would've said,” yes, please or thank you very much!” But according to my mother, I said, “no thank you.” She thought that I was pretty disgusted with the guy. Then she told me that he was a complete ass and I laughed harder than I've left in a very long time. Another one of the many reasons I love my Momma.


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