I have an old trunk that I keep in my study. It’s the trunk I used every summer when I went to sleep away camp. Just looking at the outside brings back all kinds of memories. Inside, it’s filled with all sorts of things from my childhood. Old photos. Ticket stubs to concerts. MAD magazines. I don’t throw much away, so pretty much anything related to my youth can be found inside that trunk. I thought I had recalled every memory that old trunk held, but one day I came across the most incredible thing. I found the reason why I am the way I am today. There it was, next to my hospital birth wristband and a plastic bag with a clipping of hair from my first haircut. It was not a written report from the elementary school psychologist. It was not a vile of my DNA. I found my birth announcement:
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Sometimes, a picture is worth WAY more than thousand words! This one, captioned "The Moment He Realized He Was A Middle Child," has been posted on Reddit, the Huffington Post, and a million other places -- but it deserves a permanent home here. Poor kid, he has no idea what he's in for. Then again, maybe he does...