Thinking back there are many times I could have died as a child. Falling out of that tree, hit by a train, burned up in that prairie fire. The kinds of things you don’t tell your parents about until you’ve made it to adulthood and can laugh about it. I wonder if my children will have the same stories or if they will be more of the “And then I was through the White House firewall” kind of stories.
on April 4, 2012 at 12:00 am