Day 30, My earliest memory

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Walking down the road where I lived as a child, holding my Dad’s hand, or most likely his finger as I was small and just toddling.

Somehow I tripped and fell over breaking one of my front teeth.

I did not lose my front tooth, my last milk tooth, until I was 21.

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