This weekend, I went back in time - to college, where my friends and I had met as new formed adults, still teenagers. We prepared to get back in a boat on a wind-swept river and laughed at how bad we were going to be.
We were rusty at first, couldn’t remember which side we’d each rowed, let alone which seat, while how to get the boat into the water was …
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