From the Memory Bank

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I have this memory from growing up that makes me start giggling uncontrollably whenever it pops into my head. I was in high school, my brother was in middle school and my Mom was making dinner while my brother and I helped got in the way and pretended to do our homework. In the midst of the chaos- school papers, table setting, spaghetti sauce simmering- my Dad came home from work (he typically went straight back to change out of his flight suit and into regular clothes) and my brother was being a Grade A Sass Mouth. . . .

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