ben longberg

It was 1980. It was 7:08pm on a Saturday night. I saw my first light bulbs. I knew right from the start I was going to be doomed to turn-on. . . turn-off. . . turn-on. . .
It wasn't long before I gave my heart away. I was five. Regan Clark. . . it was pre-school love. Coincidently, one of my longest relationships, because it was so pure. See, it involved. like. holding hands. seeing each other at pre-school. and garbage pail kids.
I had a speech impediment. My mother says you could always tell what song I was singing because the melody was right on, but you couldn't understand the words. That brings me to third grade, where I encountered a speech pathologist who taught me to speak with peanut butter in my mouth. I owe her big. (Dramatization: Girl 1: You remember Ben from 2nd grade? Girl 2: Yeah he's cute, but he talks funny! Girl 1: Not anymore! He learned how to talk right! Girls: He's Dreamy! ***insert girls fighting*** ).
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