When I was a young girl growing up in France I was obsessed with the English language and America, as many of you probably know. I used to love hearing stories from my father… I used to love stories (and perhaps a reason why I love blogging… I love retelling.) Regardless. One of my favorite things was hearing how France gave the U.S. the statue of liberty as a gift.
One day, I wrote a long story about a french man who loved in Paris and a American woman in NYC. He missed her so much he carved the SoL in her image, as a gift to her.
Maybe I’ve always destined to be a Sugar Baby. 😛