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RE: How The Years Sneak Up On Us (A True Life Story)
I can relate to the bicycle story. Being a middle child, older brother got new one, younger brother got new one, sister got new one, I got Old one. That was okay though, since mine was not new I could paint it however I liked and not get in trouble, and it did need painting.
Being the one in the middle has its advantages. Nobody bothers you that much. It's as if you ain't there most of the time. Thanks for visiting.
Yep, like a shadow. ;-} , I always enjoy your little stories and insights, they are fun to read.
Thanks a lot, I appreciate that.