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My dad was a great handyman. He was a hard worker and could build or fix almost anything. While we were somewhat poor in those days, dad always had plenty of good tools in his workshop. I used to love … Continue reading
I was in sixth grade at the time—an extremely shy, awkward girl who didn’t really care for school that much and found it to be excruciatingly boring. To have to sit there and learn something that you had absolutely no interest … Continue reading