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30 years, 30 Lessons

          I remember sitting on these steps as a boy with my mother. The steps led up to a small house on a hill where I lived with her and my father for the first 5 years of my life.  Every morning I would wake up rain or shine and go out into the backyard to explore this small new world. Those days were quiet, peaceful, and full of fond memories. Ernie barking, the smell of granny’s cooking, the snails on the wall, my dads garden and my mother’s loving smile, it all seemed like it would never end…

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