Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Tell me a Story

One thing I remember from when I was around 10 years old (the setting was usually the car ride by the Quik Chek in Morristown) was my mom always asking me to talk about my day, and making me start over if I didn't tell it right. In the end, I think that was a useful exercise. Apparently she was not the only one who thought so.
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