I was with my aunt and uncle, and it's all really hazy because I think I must have only been two years old. But the townhouse we used to live in was near a pond, and I remember taking a walk with them and feeding the ducks pieces of bread. It probably seems insignificant, but I lost that same uncle to a brain tumor in 2008, so it's kind of taken on a new significance for me.
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