I was an old soul as a child. I liked to talk and would have deep conversations with adults wherever I went. My aunt and uncle, who was a preacher, often picked me up to stay with them for the weekend. They had only one son, much older than me, and they seemed to enjoy having me around. I went to church with them when I stayed with them. As a five-year-old, I loved church. I enjoyed the songs with actions, where you could march around and move y…
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