I remember those days. I’m so old my Social Security number is 3. History class consisted of whatever happened the day before. Kids today think their backpacks are heavy, my books were made from chisel and stone. (I admit I stole these. Probably should give them back).
I remember those days. I’m so old my Social Security number is 3. History class consisted of whatever happened the day before. Kids today think their backpacks are heavy, my books were made from chisel and stone. (I admit I stole these. Probably should give them back).