10 minute free write (with a little post-time editing); prompt- growth; Feb 12, 2016; When I was a child, I fell a lot. Everyone told me it was from growing so fast; I was the tallest person in my class and my knees and palms were perpetually torn to shreds. Eventually I stopped falling so much but I still walk into things because I misjudge either the size of the doorway or the width of my shoulders. I am forever underestimating my weight in the world, always bumbling around the space I take up. I’ve been sad a lot since…
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