Today, I told my husband that there were still things that we didn't know about each other. He looked at me in surprise. I proved my point by telling the story of my first kiss, age 4 in a Kindercare classroom, smooched on the lips by a boy that was moving away, a parting gift of sorts. It started a conversation about our younger-selves. We searched facebook for friends from childhood, showing them all grown up as we told stories of growing up with them.
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You know for some reason this morning I was having a flood of childhood memories.
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