When I was a little kid, I trusted my body. If I can put myself back in my body before I was seven, I realize now that I was always running, jumping, chasing my brother around the house, and going outside to throw a baseball against the garage wall to catch it in my first baseman’s mitt. During the rest of the day, I was climbing trees, making films wit…
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