My parents are moving, and the box of crap my mom kept from k-12 surfaced. My wife decided it would be fun to go through it. I told her to throw it in the burn pile, but she did it anyway.
I'm glad she did; she found a photo of me as a dorky, fat little kid with my mom, brother, and our friend/ landlord/ pilot Alan. I vividly remember that ride as the event that "set the hook" for me.
I'm glad she did; she found a photo of me as a dorky, fat little kid with my mom, brother, and our friend/ landlord/ pilot Alan. I vividly remember that ride as the event that "set the hook" for me.