Legacy Writing 365:89

Seventh grade. Standing on the front porch in my nightgown. The more things change, the more they stay the same. One difference is that in the seventh grade, I’m holding a glass of chocolate milk. Now it would be coffee.

Also, back then, I didn’t have to worry that some idiot might come along, take a photo of me, and put it on the Internet.

I mean, no idiot other than myself.

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