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I remember the day I lost my innocence like it was yesterday--July 24, 1992. It was the day my uncle drowned while on vacation at a beach in Mexico.
It was the first time I had ever lost anyone close to me, but his death touched off a series of events in my family that is still too painful for me to talk about for long. We are still feeling the effects of his passing 10 years later.
I had to do a lot of growing up that summer, but I guess that's life. None of us remain untouched.
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