Thirty years ago, I was a terrified six-year-old boy who had just lost his whole world. I was curled up on my bedroom floor, hiding under the bed with a toy elephant as my only comfort. Now, I’m sitting on the bedroom floor of my forever home while my own six-year-old boy, my precocious daughter, and my Junebug have a tickle fight down the hallway, their giggles and squeals the only comfort I’ll ever need again. I sigh contentedly. Where has the time gone? I hope to read through all of those index cards one day, fifty years from now, and know exactly where the time went. And I’ll smile. I’ll
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