As a young sibling, I remember wanting what the other guy had. My parents did their best to make sure we each got one of something. I suppose when you have two children, you have to buy two of everything or they will continually fight over the one. One day my parents got my brother…
Future Self
No matter how dark my hair gets, my blonde roots make an appearance now and then. When I opened my mailbox there was a single letter inside, with no return address. Much to my surprise, the handwriting was my own. I gasped. My future self was writing to me! Perhaps to warn me of something.…