Four days ago, I sifted through the baby book my Nana Betty created for me to document my earlier years and couldn't help but laugh. I realized that I spend so much time thinking about the here and now that I forget the there and then. I get so caught up in what's going on tonight or tomorrow that I overlook how I even got to this point in my life in the first place. I had forgotten about all the messes I made, the friends I've forgotten and even the trouble I caused.
I'm keeping this one short, but ending it on a challenge for you all: Go back in time, whether it requires pouring through an old scrapbook or simply reminiscing with your sister. Make fun of your old hair-dos (or even your parents'), your old bathtub pictures.
Do I look like someone who kids around?