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Because you know I’ll never run out of these.
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The instant I read this a mental image of my mother standing impatiently waiting for me to get to the point flashed through my brain.
I was a creative child who loved to read, one more apt to be found at the library than the playing field. A good story always held me spellbound. So when I’d come running into the house anxious to tell my mother something interesting… but in the telling ended up weaving a long disjointed tale that made me forget the original thread…. she’d always shrug her shoulders, turn away and say, “It must not have been very important.”
To which I always wanted to scream, “Now I remember! The house is on fire.” … like that would teach her to take me seriously.
Ah, childhood.
Good times.
What did your mother always say to you?
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River's world..... 