By Michael Picarella pic@theacorn.com



 

By Michael Picarella
pic@theacorn.com

I was in the third grade.
My mother gave me a shoebox wrapped in pink and red paper that contained a package of G.I. Joe Valentine’s Day cards, two Bic pens and a big bag of solid milk chocolate hearts. Carrying the items that my teacher requested we bring to class on Valentine’s Day, I kissed my mother and shuffled off to school.
This was the first year I had ever brought Valentine’s Day cards to school, not that I ha...

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