Monday, August 11, 2008
Where has the time gone?
I was sixteen years old the day my little brother was born. I remember thinking, when he's my age, I'll be double his age... Well, that day has come and gone, and so I feel quite old, as expected. Then came the day he turned 18. Not a pleasant day for me, either. Before we knew what hit us, it was his high school graduation. Enough already, we thought!
Well, today is "moving the brother to college" day, and those of us who remember our moving-to-college days are weeping. Partially because we long for the days of our college youth. And partly because we have strained our backs.
Damned old age.
Well, today is "moving the brother to college" day, and those of us who remember our moving-to-college days are weeping. Partially because we long for the days of our college youth. And partly because we have strained our backs.
Damned old age.
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