My wife and I were putting away Christmas decorations when we found an old box of your books and Momentos from last century

In my eighth-grade yearbook, I said I wanted to be a White House correspondent for TIME Magazine. My wife’s Senior yearbook had her majoring in science at a university… (I apparently had no goes my senior year)

We both still want to do the things we said we wanted to do, but different choices and events that shaped our lives moved us away from those goals..

It’s not too late for her, but by the time I achieve my dream gig TIME Magazine will most likely be a distant memory…

Maybe for some fun later, I will scan through some fun little pictures of a scrapbook I made in the eighth grade