Checking in on the modern day Soap Opera

When I was a young boy, my mother would let me play at a friend's house. We’d play with her brother’s Matchbox cars, or I’d cart my Lincoln Logs and we’d build a fort. We would be allowed to play uninterrupted for hours as long as we didn’t bother her mother in the middle of... Continue Reading →

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