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Most of my early memories include my family. First, I have a vision of my father holding me in his arms, looking into the upper half of a barn door. Pigs were making strange, scary noises on the barn floor. I remember feeling frightened as I clutched onto his arm. I hoped he wouldn’t set me down amongst them. Our family went berry picking one sunny afternoon. We traveled quite a distance to get to our favourite picking place. Whenever we went, there was a contest among my older siblings as to who could pick the most berries. Within a short time, I recall a stinging sensation all over my head. I had stepped into a hornets’ nest. I remember everyone else rushing out of the bush, while I was left screaming at the top of my
