I hate the getting old part. I do the math 5+3=8...I am only 8. That is my prospective!
Hmmm... 7 + 5 = 12, 1 + 2 = 3... Yea... I'm getting younger every day... Daddy may let me use his magic box once I can type...
(Yeah, typing, that's my bête noire)
Pop.
Along with the sunshine there has to be a little rain sometime.