“I have a vivid memory of being ten years old and opening the bathroom door and seeing a golden rat.”

I have a vivid memory of being ten years old and opening the bathroom door and seeing a golden rat. And what had happened -- I was m-, moving it with the door as I opened the door. It was trying to get some water and it was loose in our house. We had lost the hamster. We've lived in this big old drafty-ass farmhouse. And we had lost the hamster in the house somewhere, as children sometimes do. But the hamster mated with a rat that was also loose in the house. And that's how we came to have a golden rat running loose in our house. My mother finally got it, and killed it, and got the rat, but the rat -- or, the hamster, but the hamster had gone wild in the walls of the house, or maybe it just went crazy. I don't know. But mom had to put that down and put -- she put the rat down so we would have no more rat-golden-hamster mixes running around the house. It was the only one that made it to adulthood. It's the only one we ever saw. But then they were -- what a freaky mate. A golden hamster and a rat. But there were some scary moments before it got caught. One time, my mom came and jumped on my bed when I was sleeping because the bathroom was right across from my bedroom, and that was the closest place to, to, -- was my bedroom to the bathroom. And she jumped from in the bathroom where it liked to go -- that's where we fed the dog and the dog's water was in there. So I'm assuming that the rat wanted water, being that it was being poisoned. Hm. Very distinct memories.

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“The momentum from my body was pulling me down off the cliff.”

I am the least graceful person and I fully admit it.I have so many stories of just— just being a klutz. I remember maybe five or six years ago, I went hiking at Tahquamenon Falls, and I think I had all of the necessary equipment, you know, I had hiking boots and you know, I might have even had one of those hiking sticks or whatever and I will say that it's Tahquamenon Falls it— when I went hiking it had rained, so it's kind of slu— like that slushy but kind of slippery and muddy and then there was so many exposed roots and everything. So it's just the perfect opportunity for someone like me who is less graceful to fall, but I can remember going for a hike from the upper falls to the lower falls and there's kind of like a cliff and it leads down into a river and I was hiking, and I tripped and I was literally inches away from falling off the cliff— like the momentum from my body was like kind of pulling me down off the cliff like I was afraid I was gonna fall and like I was like kind of holding on for dear life not to like roll right over the Cliff's Edge. And I can remember that after that I had gotten such a like a big bruise like a just it was a deep, deep, dark purple and it was like this size of a grapefruit. Like it didn't like swell like a grapefruit. I mean it did swell but it didn't swell like a grapefruit, but it was like so big around it was like as big as a grapefruit. It was on my knee. I remember taking a picture of it and kind of posting it on Facebook as like, yeah, look at how klutzy I am.

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“I don’t even remember where the hell I got the spray paint can.”

Note: There is language that is excluded in the transcript but not excluded in the audio. I had this friend, and she was having a birthday party. And there were kids there that I didn't know that were a little bit older that I felt like I wanted to impress. Anyways, near her house is like this Christian summer camp. So, we could walk through the woods from her house to this camp area. And I remember, like, taking a spray paint can and painting on the back of this pavilion, there, like this anarchy symbol. Nothing ever became of it. I don't think they had cameras or kind of knew what was going on. I don't even remember where the hell I got the spray paint can. Sometimes I feel like some of this stuff from my childhood is like, I must be remembering it wrong, but I distinctly remember this. Um -- or what possessed me to do it. But I did that. I don't know if, what became of it, but I felt like, "Oh, I'm hot s***" because I could impress these older kids. Anyways. I don't know. I never heard about it again after that, so.

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