I guess at the moment I’m feeling nostalgic for my hometown. I’m proud to come from there and want kids growing up with similar aspirations to mine to see that it is possible.
Originally written in December 2013 In the fall and winter, when it wasn’t nice enough to play outside, Mitch and I made our own amusement. We’d set up base on top of the wooden stairs in our tri-level home. Thirteen steps. The same unforgiving number that disabled our mother after slipping and falling down them. … Continue reading Stair Masters