Thursday, September 28, 2006LEARNING TO RIDEAs I was taking the short cut to work today across the still green, grassy soccer field, then on to the asphalt basketball court, I encountered a scene that caused a most intense flashback to my childhood. There was a little boy, about 6 or 7 years old, his mom and a man who was obviously not the... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 5:19 PM Comments (12) (link) |
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