Decisions

Grandma

One bad thing about growing up, is the horrible feeling that every choice you make will define you for the rest of what you imagine is your life, that every decision could make or break something huge.

I miss the times when the only decisions we had to make were whether to eat all the red or all the orange Skittles first.

B

p.s. Yes! The pen did stay on the whole time!

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