I used to read it at the orthodontist. I wanted so badly to get something published in Highlights. I used to sit there, with my teeth in braces, wearing head gear, neck gear and rubber bands (yes, all at the same time-- I needed a lot of work), toughskin pants and rust-colored velour shirt and dream of my name in print - a story or a profile in highlights magazine. something inspirational, like how I saved a cat from a burning building or taught myself sign language so I could befriend the deaf boy in my class.
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