So much of our childhood is hard to forget, yet hard to see with real clarity.
You remember how you felt going to that 7th grade dance. How nervous you were. And excited. You remember joining the German club or the book club or making the JV Field Hockey team as a freshman, but other than your mind’s eye – which frankly gets weirder as one gets older (we all have tangible proof … mine certainly does) – there aren’t the images. The photographic evidence that we were there. We did it. (cont)
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