Today my grandson came to spend the day with me. We had planned to go to dinner and watch some TV which we did. During the afternoon I decided that it might be helpful if he would drag out a box that I have been meaning to go through ever since I moved here five years ago. It has been carefully tucked away in a closet all this time and obviously not full of things I needed. It turns out it was full of pictures and papers, lots of pictures and papers. Many old family pictures. I thought my 19 year old grandson might be mildly interested. I didn't expect him to be quite so entertained. Innocent questions like "Who's that?" seemed to be accompanied by laughter much too often. "That's you?" said in a tone of utter disbelief wasn't very flattering either. I had to swallow my pride but we did have fun.
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