Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Childhood Agony


When Colin was 12, he was told he no longer got to go trick-or-treating. He was too old.  That was a big disappointment for him. 

In fifth grade, my nose was broken at recess.  Afterwards, when I was super bruised and swollen, some kids in my class told me I looked like a monster.

We bought leftover Halloween candy to make us feel better.  First world problems, I know.

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