For a long time there were gray lines on our brightly colored, floral kitchen wallpaper. My brother, sister and I were always eager to compare the measurements dad had made the year before and see that we had grown. Sometimes we couldn’t wait a year and asked him to check us more often, hoping to see a change. We’d check to make sure everyone had their heels on the floor and stretched our necks up as straight and high as we could. Just having that little pencil-line proof gave us a little boost of confidence and made us smile proudly. Of course, inside we hoped to end up taller than the other two siblings. Continue reading
Pencil marks on a wall
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