memories, pt. 1
Saturday, April 24th, 2004 a pair of paragraphs, full of run-on sentences, that capture some essense of memories I came across lately:
I remember one Sunday morning a number of months ago when I went to church with my family, and my hyperactive 4-year old son was being so hyperactive and just-like-me-at-that-age that all I got out of the 45-minute […]
