My mom said that when I was in kindergarten, I was picked to perform a poem in front of the whole school. It was called My Smile. She said I practiced it so many times that I even practiced while I took a bath. I already knew the poem word per word, but I kept on memorizing still.
The day of the performance came. I went on the stage. I froze up. I couldn’t speak.
My teacher came up the stage, she took my hand, and we both went down from the stage.
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