Late Bloomer

I know this may come as a surprise, but I was a bit of a late bloomer.

The year was 1997.  I was 12 or maybe 13, in 7th grade.  My class was doing some quiet study time in the library, which was just a big open area in the center of the school.  So, anything you said in the library could be heard in most all of the school’s hallways and certainly if you yelled something, maybe something like, “HEY RYAN WHAT’S A BONER?!?” across the library, pretty much the entire school could hear that.

I know, Baby Goose, I know.

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