The year was 1965.
I was twelve.
Twelve is an interesting age–you haven’t graduated to being a know-it-all teenager, yet you have left behind most of the innocence of games and toys. 628 more words
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It’s almost Saint Patrick’s Day , so I thought I’d write an Irish-themed post . It revolves around an old memory of mine from childhood dredged up again from the distant past . 1,146 more words
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