From (Middle School Confusion) Original Memory Interview Question

Her Response:

The last one when Shaun Keough and Jason Potter were my closest friends and would come over all the time. Adam Russell was my bestfriend in the world then too. I miss the days when everyone was super close.

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From (People Who I look up To) Original Memory Interview Question

His Response:

Well, I can only hope so. When my son, Bill, went through confirmation and chose his confirmation name (as a Methodist, that's something weird to me), he chose the name Paul. Quite an honor, I think.

Outside of my family, I hope the kids I've met in Scouting and soccer have taken something (good) from my examples. I've tried.

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