Wow. It's really been, what, six to seven years now?

Time has passed by like a dream. It's as if my childhood was swept away by the wind.

I'm no longer nine years old; I'm an angsty fifteen-year-old now.

Looking back at my desire for becoming a beloved author, I am amused, to say the least. Seeing "A Derp in Time" and "Pomfalicious" again takes me back to my innocence. I'm reminded of who I was, and I compare it to who I have become.

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