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This is for lyk2scrap's CJ about embarrassing moments. I went back and trimmed the photo to the size of the Hershey bar wrapper after scanning bc it was annoying me! LOL!I'm a bit embarrassed to share the journalling but it goes like this. “It's hard to believe that sweet innocent toddler could possibly do anything that might just possibly continue to turn her 40 year old alter ego, adult self a bright shade of pink. But it is true. I still turn several shades of a rosy pink whenever this story is retold.It was the fall of 1966. We had just recently moved into our brand new home in what would become central New Jersey suburbia. My mother's roommate from boarding school came for a visit. I have no memory of this visit nor do I have any memories of meeting her at any other time. I did inherit my mother's yearbook, filled with page after page of debutantes, including Marta, with movie star quality looks, who hailed from Havana, Cuba.I must have sensed my mother's excitement over her dear friend's visit because when she told the story, she would always mention how excited I was to meet Marta. Mom never mentioned that Marta had a deep golden Cuban tan when she came to visit, but she must have! It's the only thing that could even partly explain this story. You see, when my 2 year old self met Marta, I bit her because I thought she was made from chocolate!”


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