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One must Inteject

When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

A fabricated feeling into a memory that you have. One could argue, we may be attaching a label to something that previously did not have a label. I remember my parents visiting me in Williamsburg, Va. I was living four hundred miles from home and that should have been an indicator. That was just an adventure and what an adventure it was.

One afternoon I took them to Busch Gardens. I have no memory of the theme park. I do have a. memory of paying for their admission, with my very own credit card. It felt good.

In retrospect it should not have. Credit has its own drawbacks and I can say I have not handled credit perfectly well as an adult. As an adult I was now free to make my own mistakes.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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