I thought I would share a relic from my childhood today. Back in 1970, my parents built a patio in our backyard. My sisters and I each took our turn putting our hands in this block. My father put a penny from the year we were born under our hands and wrote our names. I can remember measuring my hand against my sisters', wishing and waiting to be as big as they were. For the record, my hands did get as big as theirs, but I never grew quite as tall as either of them. I guess this will be one of the things we each want one day.
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