Why is it that children never seem to understand, that like them, we sometimes need a minute? They are quick to come home, go to their rooms and shut the door, only to imerge at dinner time. A minute to figure out what's for dinner. Why don't they understand that sometimes, just sometimes we need a minute, if only to remember back to a life that was easy and happy; carefree and wreckless; when our biggest decisions were, what we'd wear to school the next day, or if John would ask us out on Friday. Just a minute to remember the "good 'ol days", when we were children like them...
Celebrating the Ancestors
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Absolutely Not! I did NOT forget one of my favorite celebrations!!! Sliding
this one in, almost a day late, thus right on time… here we go…
Yep. I was the...
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