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Baby-sitting / hanging out with my mates' kids helps me.
Last week, I went upstairs at a friend's house and heard hir three year old daughter bouncing up and down on her bed. She was supposed to be in the bed and when she saw me peering round the door, she dropped, pulled the covers up to her chin and pretended to be asleep. I couldn't help laughing, and, encouraged by my laughter, she immediately got up and started bouncing again.
"What are you doing?" I said, faking an authoritative tone. To which she replied,
"Help! I can't stop!"
I dunno, it may be a cliché, but children do help you remember a time when trust, hope, and fun were more than mere words.
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