One End of the Spectrum.
For those of us raised by helicopter parents, our t's are crossed and our i's (likely) dotted well before the friendly yet persistent blimp reminders flash across our anticipatory skies. And yet to the hovering parents - who raised us to prepare for unexpected rain on sunny afternoons while maintaining a required level of cleanliness in our bedrooms and kitchen sinks (a.k.a. no dishes ever) - perfected hand-writing is simply par for the (air traffic) course. Enjoy!
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