I found an essay I wrote for a writing contest when I was 16 about Martin Luther King Jr.

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I recently got a box from my family of some of my childhood school assignments and works which I kept mostly because deep down, I didn’t want my work to go to waste.

In that box, I found a calendar from 2011 — ten years ago from the writing of this article (“time flies” is something I mutter to myself more and…