When I was little, I spent most of my time playing by myself, which is fine, because I could entertain the shit out of myself with my imagination. For example, it was not uncommon for me to get out some water balloons and pick out all of the yellow ones to fill up in the sink. I would then place them in a yellow bucket of water and sit on it because they were my little babies. Were they egg babies? No. Were they people babies? No. They were lemons. Baby lemons. And they had to be watched and sat on. I would take them on walks on the sidewalk by the front lawn and apologize profusely if I dropped one of them.
This is why I'm single.
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