I grew up in a small town in West Texas where we had block parties, potlucks, and playing pretend with imaginary swords, guitars, and other various props was all the rage. High school developed into things of late night cruises down the drag, laps around our tiny one corridor mall, or all night sleepovers where … Continue reading The Millennial Island
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