"And now I am a stranger from a long way away
And if I spoke your language there would still be nothing to say
Cause we all know tomorrow I'll be high over this place
And I can tell you one thing, if the world gives you wings, you open those
things, And you fly."

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My dad found this poem, written by a 8 year old version of myself on Monday Sep 11, 1989.

K ites, I like to fly.
A ir planes are neat to me.
R eading is really fun.
E ating is fun.
N uts are good.

E asy work I like best.
S chool is fun.
T eachers are nice to me.
E ggs are icky.
R eeces Piecies are good.
L aura is my sister.
Y ou might be in my class.

So, there it is. Little people know alot about themselves. Not much has changed.

I fly out tomorrow morning... goodbye America!