Humor

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A picture frame hangs on my bedroom wall that contains pictures of my son for each one of his school grades. Recently, I studied it, and I marveled at how he changed over the years.

I can remember each of my son's school years and certain events -- both happy and sad -- that occurred during those times. I can see the changes in his physical appearance and how he looked when he graduated high school -- a far cry from the picture of how he looked when he started kindergarten.

Then, I look at pictures of myself from long ago and how I am today. So much has changed since my own carefree kindergarten days that it's just not a far cry . . . it just makes me want to cry.

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