This is a fond look (well, alternately fond/horrifying) back at an innocent time during the 1950s when I so longed to grow up, to be older. Silly me. Silly impatient me.
Since I love tennis, and Wimbledon just started today, here’s a little piece I wrote some years back. (Note: This is not hilarious, unlike my previous post. I figured I’d insert poignant. Just to keep you on your toes. I will return to hilarious next time. :-))
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