Recently, I was asked, "How old are you..12?" A little taken aback by the question, I've now had time to consider its intent as legitimate; thus, my answer. Smiling here. Twelve was a very good year. Maybe that's why I love sites like this one, where I find young things to share with my Grands. When my own childlike imagination fails me, there is always the Internet.
Here's to nurturing the child in each of us.
