#youngest

Yes younger actually. I was always the youngest in school because I started kindergarten at age four because of when my birthday falls. My parents had the choice to start me early or a year later since I’m a November baby. I was super shy in school but I had my few friends all through elementary. Middle school people changed and friendships were chaotic and always ending. After I began homeschooling I started hanging out with a younger girl that was like a sister to me because my mother baby sat her and we always had her long hours. She looked much older than she was so we looked about the same age even though there was about a six year difference. Also very mature for her age. I was always very careful and protective of her when we hung out. She turned out to be an admirable woman with a taste for metal. I like to think I had some influence. We have not spoken in years but we are social media friends. And then the other girl I was briefly friends with. She was like a step sister had her mom and my father been married and not just partners. We only hung out briefly. Once on a vacation with our parents in my early 20s. She was still in her teens. Bad news. The parents sent us out together on vacation and I barely knew the chick so I really couldn’t try to control her. She would go off with dudes and have s*x. Within that week she had been with more guys than I had been with in my life. She’s the girl in those YouTube videos with me. We hung out that week that those videos were taken also and then that was about it. Our parents are still together but we are not in touch.

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Lgrabb:
"Does every loss of innocence generate pain with consequences? (Free interpretation.)"

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Never known innocence of this kind ....
Nothing to lose .
Perpetual betrayal , from before conscious memory . . . . is a built in analgesia . . . . pureed trust ~
maybe
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My youngest son's former band-mate ~ leaves 'BANFI' ;
Joe Banfi now long solo , gives permission to share:

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"I wanted to release it this autumn but I’ve been talking to a publisher about them helping out which has caused some delays. So now it’ll come out early in the new year.

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It’ll be called The Parasol EP, with five songs on it.

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"I sent it to my sister—she’s one of my go-to people to get a read on whether a Banfi song should get released. Her favourite song from the EP is called Heliotrope. Here it is: "
https://joebanfi.substack.com/p/checking-in?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share

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George Stinney Jr. was the youngest person sentenced to death in the 20th century in the United States.He was only 14 when he was executed by electric chair.During his trial, until the day of his execution, he always carried a bible in his hands, claiming for innocence.

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He was accused of killing two white girls, Betty of 11 years old and Mary of 7, the bodies were found near the house where the teenager resided with his parents.

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At that time all the jurors were white. The trial lasted only 2 hours and the sentence was handed down 10 minutes later.
The child's parents were threatened and prevented from giving him gifts in the courtroom and then expelling them from that city.

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Before the execution, George spent 81 days without being able to see his parents.
He was trapped in a solitary cell, 80 km from his city. He was heard alone without the presence of his parents or a lawyer.

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He was electrocuted with 5,380 volts in the head.

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70 years later, his innocence was finally proven by a judge in South Carolina. The beam with which the two girls were killed, weighed more than 19.07 kilograms. Therefore, it was impossible for Stinney to be able to lift it, let alone be able to hit hard enough to kill the two girls. The child was innocent, someone put everything together to blame him just for being black.

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Sadly yes. I will never ever forget. I was a sophomore in college when it happened and our campus was just a few miles away from Manhattan located just across the Hudson River in northern NJ. We could see and smell the smoke from campus. I was in my journalism class in the morning when the first plane hit and our professor dismissed us from class and told us to stay safe but to cover these historic unfolding events throughout the day. I drove to Cliffside park, saw the area completely lined with news trucks and crews, and watched the two tours billowing smoke and fall. I’ll never forget seeing a massive sea of grey moving across the bridges … it was humans … people covered in ash … they looked like ghosts. Later that day I found out one of my friends on the volleyball team had driven her friend to the airport that morning to fly back to California. Her name was Deora Bodley and she was the youngest person on United 93 to perish that day. Every single person on that plane was a hero. I met her while having an early breakfast in the cafeteria before she was taken to the airport. I not only visited the new 9-11 memorials, I assisted the pr team for One World Trade, and was later asked my by pr agency to work the red carpet movie premiere for United 93 and met Deora’s mom and sister for the first time in person. In addition to experiencing this on 9-11, I’m also from Washington DC which was also under attack and was terrified my mom would die because she worked for the government at the time and her offices were right next to The White House. That day I remembered calling her over and over again with no answer because all the phone lines were jammed.

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“It would be a mistake to think of the Seelie Court as safe ground where we can rest. There is an old saying that the only difference between Seelie andUnseelie is that the Unseelie do evil in the open, and the Seelie hide it.” — Mark Blackthorne

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Seelie Court faeries expect courtesy and favors to be fulfilled; otherwise, they demand retribution and avenge what they see as insult or offense. Despite the facade of benevolence, they are in fact quite deceptive and self-serving, prone to mischief and tricks. Though faeries cannot lie, they are not always fully honest, often twisting their words and speaking half-truths.

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Lillith was the youngest of their siblings. The oldest child to the queen being their sister and not much later their brother, ending up with them as the third to be born. They is the wild and the rebel one, not so happy about the family bussiness and with no interest in being queen, the independent and free of responsabilities life is their goal. As much as their kind, Lillith is a very openly sensual person, affecting the others by their presence, its easy to manipulate and control whoever could have an interest in their gender/person. The Seelie can manipulate and change their looks, age, gender and so goes on, their powers are as vast as their age range as almost immortals.

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Music, to me, is one of the most magical art forms available. My theory is that it's because music is intangible. As far as I know, the closest thing to a physical representation of music ever created is a vinyl record. It's music converted into plastic grooves, but you can't look at a vinyl and experience the song. You have to put a needle on it and amplify it and yadda yadda yadda. Here's a further example of what I mean: If I look at a painting, I can, with however much effort, understand what the artist is trying to say. Just by looking at it. But I will never be able to look at a record and understand the depth and meaning that the artist is trying to convey. I HAVE to hear it. That whole concept just continuously blows me away every time I think about it.

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Personally, I don't think music means something to everyone. I've met people who genuinely don't listen to music. Like ever. They just live their lives in silence, I guess. (I don't get it, but they seem content.) But I think that just adds to the magic of music. It's almost like not everyone is able to harness it which, while tragic, is fascinating. Lastly, my inspiration often comes from what I couldn't or don't know how to express to others. In other words, I use music to say what I can't. Sometimes words alone aren't enough to illustrate a thought I have. I don't mean that my thought processes are on another level, but, rather, that I can't personally articulate some of the things I feel. Furthermore, if I could phrase my thoughts clearly, I don't know that I'd always want to. Sometimes I feel like when I share with people I'm putting a burden on them, BUT if I can phrase my thoughts in such a way that others want to hear them or that others find beauty in them, then... I feel content. But it isn't until I feel that I've properly expressed myself, while also creating something I think is worth listening to, that I'll be happy. Some may say that's not healthy, but... Well it might not be. I don't know, I'm not a doctor. I am the youngest of 4 children. My brother is a year and a half older, my sisters 8 and 10 years older. Never mind that I was reading since I was 4 years old, it always felt like everybody was better than me at everything, until school when that reading thing had me marked as "gifted" and made school socially awkward. We went to local concerts, our parents had gigantic record collections, and my grandparents on dad's side all played instruments and bought home organs. Dad bought a piano for the house when I was 6 years old, and we all tried to play, but I was the only one who kept going.
A crutch, mostly. It's basically all I've ever been good at, at least to any useful degree. It's a reason to get up in the morning, a reason to hustle every day, a thing to connect with other humans over, I kinda rely on music to just exist.

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