I do not remember watching cartoons on weekends, nor watching TV after school. My husband, Antuan, says I didn’t have a childhood because I don’t know of any cartoons he speaks of.
Truth is, I was always outside running around, riding a bike, bouncing a basketball, throwing a football, hitting a volleyball or cheering for my older brother at his sporting events.
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