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Growing Up, I Was A Ball Of Worms

“Critters found while working at Natural Bridge” by vastateparksstaff is licensed under CC BY 2.0

Hubert, stop playing with those darn Lego Logs and get on Grandpa’s lap. See, this is a picture of me in 1956. That little girl in the rocking chair is your great-aunt Miriam. And see the boy holding that ball of worms? No, that boy was our neighbor, Stanley. That’s me in his arms. When I was your age, I was a ball of worms.

Don’t be frightened. I’m still the same Grampy with a Werther’s in his pocket for…

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Medium humor. Large laughs.

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