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May 16, 2007
Today I got bored and donned my rollerblades, hopped into my car and drove over to where my mom lived last year by grandma and grandpa and parked in the lot at Circuit City. Last year, my aunt Luchen would bring us smoothies as we tackled the trail together when I was between jobs.
As I eased my legs into a steady pace, my mind was circulating like my wheels and suddenly the sun felt like hot cotton candy and wax enveloping me into steam.
"Everyone trips sometimes," I thought, remembering Luchen's friend Dan ahead of us last year. Retired.