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I spent a few weeks in Ghana when I was five. It still retains some influence over my life, and I remember asking if my cousin would be black since he was born there.
That's great. That's such a little kid thing to ask. I went to a Catholic school starting in 4th grade and my best friend that I met there was kind of sheltered growing up. His parents really never brought him anywhere, he just kinda hung around the house 24/7. There was one black kid at our school, and my friend said when he was in either kindergarten or first grade, he thought that the black kid was just really dirty all the time. He thought that if he bathed more, he'd be White.
When I was a little kid, I actually had a mullet.

In my defense, I was like four years old at the time and this was in the Appalachian backwoods back in the 90's.
I never thought that mullets would come back in fashion but here we are. Teenagers are getting mullet hairdcuts again and it is sorta mind boggling to me. They say everything comes back in style, but this is too much. Something me and my friends used to do on the early 2000s internet was look at websites that just had photos users would send in featuring all sorts of individuals with mullet haircuts. This was entertaining to us.
 
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he thought that the black kid was just really dirty all the time. He thought that if he bathed more, he'd be White.
This kind of thing is genuinely what keeps me coming back here. That's not offensive at all, it's really cute, and I'm certain most kind African people would find it hilarious. It's just sad that the Evil Dox Website is the only place left (that I know of) where you can tap into that old school kind of humour.
 
My mother was neighbours with Canada's worst serial killer Robert Pickton, aka the Pig Farmer Killer. The farm that was next to his was owned and lived in by my great grandparents and they raised my mom from when she was a baby in 1966 until her preteen years when she went into foster care. She told me all she remembers about him is that his dogs scared her and he told her and her brother to never go on his property. This was before the killings started, I think he started killing in the 1980s.
 
I often ponder heavily about what it would be like if certain Youtubers and Lolcows ended up becoming John/Jane Does and/or wanted fugitives.
 
My parents took me to Universal Studios one time when I was either in elementary or early middle school and we went to the Harry Potter part of it. My dad bought me a wand and I was thinking I could be a cool lil wizard. I started swishing and flinging my wand around to no avail and I was very disappointed until I found something else to occupy my attention. Overall, it wasn't so bad.
 
This isn’t about me specifically, but it is about my family. My dad and much of his side of the family were raised speaking Esperanto. Dad was raised speaking it as his primary language until he started at the local primary school where the taught the native language of the country. He learned English later in his life.
 
When I was in high school, there was this almost thirty year old guy that kept perving on some of my friends online and in real life. I went on an instant messenger service that we all used, friended him, and sweet talked him up before I told him that I knew he was a creep and shared chats he sent my friends back to him. Also told him I'd be calling the police if I ever found out he messaged them again. He immediately logged out of the messenger group and never came back (except for a couple times when he'd log in, notice I was online, and then immediately logged back out).
 
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