when you live a mere fifteen minutes from your childhood home, it's pretty easy to take a walk down memory lane. and sunday seemed a good of time as any to take said stroll. well, that, and my mom had desperately been trying to get me to clean out the left-over contents from my formative ...
we were merely freshmen
so my sweet sister graduated from eighth grade last week (congrats again, sissy!) and as i scribbled down my thoughts to her in a congratulatory note as well as offered a bit of counsel with regards to her pending commencement as an official high school freshman, i couldn't help but reflect on my own time ...
i got it from my momma
i've told you before that my high school experience was well, unique, right? that spending your formative years with a mere 85 fellow students can make for some interesting times. but despite the fact that we were one big dysfunctional family, i wouldn't have traded those memories for the world. mostly because our school had some pretty awesome ...
