After the events of September 11th, I didn't think I could ever blog one of my childhood stories again. They were all too silly. I kept on thinking: Big deal, kids picked on me. So what?
There was one story, however, that I kept thinking about.
It's not heart-wrenching or tragic. It's just a little tale about me finding myself at the tender age of eight.
Have you ever had a moment like this?