People share their little life changing childhood events:

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“I am the oldest of many children, and that meant all my belongings were always destroyed by my younger siblings throughout my childhood. For some reason I just imagine the goodness of her heart, when I was about six we had a neighbor who was friendly with my mom and she kept a box of unbroken colored pencils and coloring books with no lettering at her place for me and let me come and sit at her coffee table and color on my own sometimes.

I was too young to thank her adequately or even realize how unusual the kindness of her gesture was, but it always marked me. I still think about her sometimes and hope good things are going for her. I always try to live up to the memory I have of her and to pay tribute to her.

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