I vividly recall an incident in my family when I was about 9 years old. It was a beautiful summer morning and I had just sat down on a swing seat in our backyard. I was dreamily watching a butterfly flit across some roses when my younger sister came flying around the corner of the house. Soon after, red-faced and in hot pursuit, came my father.
I should pause a moment and tell you that this was an unusual occurrence in my family. I was a neutral observer as they bot...
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