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My second earliest memory is that of a wooly-bear caterpillar. Mom showed them to me in a book, and I was immediately terrified. These creatures have an identical head and tail! My brain latched onto that... and that night I dreamed there was one on my blanket.
My most prized posession, invaded by my most feared demon. I bawled. I remember the page in the book, I remember the dream, I remember the fear, I remember crying, and I remember my mom and dad looking over the crib to see what the hell was suddenly wrong with this kid.
It's my only memory of my dad, who died when I was 3.
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