Unpacking some old papers, I came across a folder containing a rather large amount of my childhood. A lot of it was autobiographical, taking the form of school workbooks and projects all on the theme of "me!" and my personality. They were probably standardized personality tests and Evil Index indicators given to all grade three children in the early eighties, back before Canada even had a Constitution to violate. I don't know what mine indicated to the professionals involved, but I've long since developed a tolerance to whatever they put in my water to correct me. Still, it's nice to see that even fifteen years later I can't stop talking about myself. I thought it was interesting to look back on myself at age eight and see where I've come. You can judge for yourself if this still describes me.

Actually, now that I think about it, my current handwriting is much worse.

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