Eight is big.

I remember eight so fully – dissecting owl pellets and reading “Babysitter’s Club” books and listening to Paula Abdul on my walkman while I roller-bladed back and forth on the footbridge with Ryan Bates.  Beginning that precarious tightrope walk between little kid-dom and big kid-dom.

Verklempt.

SMD

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