No Fun
When I was a girl, I absolutely loved to rough-house with my uncle, who was a few years older than me. We had so much fun until Mamaw Jo fussed at us to stop because we were “getting on her last nerves.” To be honest, I felt bad for my Mamaw Jo. She had no idea the fun she was missing out on. Ironically, years later, I was the one trying to stop the fun.
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