April 4, 2013
I remember when I was 6 years-old I would sit under a tree in my grandma’s front yard wondering what the world would be like when I got older. I’ll turn 56 on Sunday, and while that doesn’t even qualify as middle age here in Florida, it certainly qualifies as older than the 6 year-old sitting under that tree contemplating the future.
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