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January 1st 2000, the millennium.
Everyone was still tired from last nights new year party, and me being a three year old I was in a very playful mood.
It was a cold afternoon, the sky was gloomy. It's usually a kind of weather where you have a cup of coffee and you're tucked away in the coziness of your blankets with a pile of pillows.
Being a hard working lady, my mom was designing some new ideas, whilst my dad was tidying up the house.
A few hours later my mom got me into some warm clothes and we headed out.
I didn't know where we were going,  but as we covered a few miles, I saw a couple of birds flying in the sky, periodically.
If only I knew they were planes.
Grandma I screamed.
There was a girl my age with my grandma who looked just like me,  my parents greeted that girl with tight hugs, as if they knew her.
Her name is Amanda. She's my sister. Twin sister.

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