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Yes, I'm six years old. The day after Dad took my training wheels off my bike I said:
"I want to ride across America!".
Mum had to help me with the spelling of some of the big words on this website, like "bicycle".
Some things I'd like to do:
Spit over the edge of the leaning tower of Pisa, shake hands with the Canadian Prime Minister, live in Alaska for a year, start a conga line at a major sporting event, streak in front of the Pope, and publish a compilation of odes to common household items and appliances.
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