The first time I came to Iceland, it was with my mom and my brother when I was 7 years old. We spent a lot of time that summer with my mother's first cousin and her two children, a boy Einar and a girl Margret. Margret was older than my brother, and Einar a bit younger than my brother but older than me, and we all got along pretty well. I especially adored Margret, probably because she reminded me of my sister who had stayed behind in California; they are about the same age and both have strawberry blond hair. I guess it was the summer when I was 9 that I caught on to another similarity; they both played the viola. Of course, my sister stopped doing so when she was 17 I think, but Magga still does it today, freelancing her talents on the mean streets of New York, after graduating from Juilliard.
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Like I was totally for Bush, then changed my mind.
Then I was like totally for McCain, then changed my mind.
Then I was like smitten by Palin, then changed my mind.
Then I said "how bad can Obama be?", then changed my mind.
Then I said to myself "like voting is really imprtant!", then changed my mind.