Linda Bug. I have no idea how I got my name. I assume my dad first called me that. I still remember it made me feel cherished. Sometimes, it was shortened to Bug. My favorite cousin never called me anything else. There are only a few people left who knew me by that name, Mother, my older sister, my brother, and Bud. I suppose Linda Bug is fading away.
Linda Bug is diapered baby in front row. Bud is right behind me.
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That’s a very festive bug.
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Linda Bug. I like it!!
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I do, too. I always pictured a ladybug.
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My Gramps called me Bud my whole life, I sure miss his voice and the endearing term.
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You must have had wonderful grandparents.
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