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Point To Ponder

While I know there are some who would think I haven’t out-grown it yet, when I was a kid, I was a big attention hound.

A common story my mother would tell was of the time my aunt and uncle were coming over to stay with us, but they arrived after my bedtime. My mother set them up on the pull out couch in our living room, and everyone went to bed. But at six in the morning, once I got up, I charged into the living room, jumped up on the end of their bed, ripped off the covers, spread my arms out wide and yelled, “Tah Dah!”

Believe it or not, it took a long time before I actually spoke words beca...


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