The fear of graduation

Last night I attended a spring football jamboree. I love to say jamboree. It makes me think of the log ride at Six Flags. Where was I? Oh, the game. It was held at my old high school. That brought back a lot of memories. It also reminded me of the fear I had of
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The Good Ole Days

Somewhere in our distant memory we develop a picture of our childhood. This portrait is painted with the loveliness of youth and the longing for of years gone by. We were joyful, vibrant children with nothing to do but enjoy the fruits of innocence. We do not recall the broken bones or chicken pox we
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