I went to my step-granddaughter's 8th grade graduation last night. As I sat there and watched 350 excited, restless kids sit through the ceremonies, time flew back to my junior high graduation (oh, sorry, the new term is middle school). It was a zillion years ago but the memories returned fresh and bright. And that's exactly how I felt when I graduated from Walton Junior HIgh School in Auburn, Maine --- fresh, bright, capable of taking on the world. Funny (or maybe not so funny) how time wears down our edges, redirects our thinking and we come out wiser (hopefully). The trick is to embrace my new-found wisdom to enrich my now while still believing in the potential for my future.
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