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I’m a Daddy’s girl. From the time I was a little girl, I admired everything my daddy did, from his wonderful bowling form to his driving with two feet. When I was 14 years old, I had no choice but to drive my dad, my brother, and me home from the bowling alley one Saturday [...]
My parents had me when they were in their late 30s. As I grew older, I was always proud to talk about my parents’ age, because they aged so well. My mom always looked at least 10-15 years younger than she was, and she acted youthfully as well. She was so active, so vibrant – [...]
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