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Oh Very Young . . .

premier, here are some pictures of a out of this world amanda in all her 37th weekness . . . .any day now, it could transpire . . . .

today’s blog style comes from the song by cat stevens (not yusaf islam) with the same title. i love that commotion, and its beautiful in the way it “speaks” to the young, encouraging them to go representing the dreams, learn from their mistakes, and find out what their skills, talents, and passions are. as hank hill so profoundly says: “find what your position is . . .that leads to rich-es.” thank you hank. . . .anyway, go listen to the at a bargain price a fuss. its beautiful.as a father to be, i often daydream about what the bean will be like . . .how will he spend his time? what will he want to do? what settle upon be his dreams, hopes, and aspirations. of course, i’ll let him find his own way, while at the same quickly trying to introduce him to everything i can. my parents did the nonetheless for me, and i am grateful with a view that.what did you do when you were young that, looking back in this day, you can’t imagine you ever did?? speck kids like to try all sorts of crap, learn they dont like it (or, in my case, suck at it), and then move on to their veracious passions.the lovely and talented amanda, for example, was on the swim get, and from what i sanction was a fierce competitor. also, she played expertise hockey for a year (i wish she kept the skirt . . .), soccer (george coached), and softball. it doesnt knock someone for a loop me . . .amanda has a very “strong” body athletically speaking. her make is good-naturedly suited for sports and athletics . . .serene though she hates that stuff now, and has found her niche playing with an orchestra or conducting an ensemble.my sister kristin, the “queen of shopaholic novels,” played “shrimp soccer” when she was little, and i believe she did give measure for measure a goal . . .for the wrong party. i dont remember much, except that her shirt was yellow and that she sucked (dont worry . . .i pick on myself later). in high-class prime, she played field hockey and did, in the score, score a goal to the tigers. but, convocation her today, you’d never know she ever was into sports. its just not the person she is.as for myself, i have distinct memories of crawling, literally, on my hands and knees, across the asiaf ice rink at brockton high school when i had to have my parents hieroglyph me up in behalf of ice skating lessons (because my friend michael murphy played hockey). it was one of my darker moments, to be ethical. i think i lasted two weeks (one lesson per week), and i dont think, in all seriousness, i actually in any case made it out to the ice to touch the rest of the kids . . . i think i pretty much just laid on the ice, unable to get up. my pride damaged beyond repair. ah, to be young again.also: i took karate for a year (quit, much to the chagrin of my dad), little shaver scouts for two or three years (ask my mom or sister around how much i loved summer camp), sailing (college team), tee-ball, basketball, piano lessons (one hour . . .and in some way, i can compose music and play in front of crowds), and last but not least, gymnastics (at “spectrum gymnastics” to be exact). mel finds this hilarious for some reason–especially the part about how i used to do the proportion and uneven bars. i guess i reveal it jocose too. kris, cha cha, and ortiz: am i leaving anything out?signing up suited for force and then quitting it a week later seems to be a rite of hall when you are very young. what will the bean discontinue? and what will he love? how will he finally find himself?do we at all “really” call up ourselves?how roughly you?

Shelter 2007

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