I was sure when The Fifties would come to an end. They would end on December 31, 1959, at the stroke of midnight. I was a young boy of eleven at that moment, and my twin brother Jim and I were helping my Mom baby-sit for my sister Betty, who lived across tiny Agate Street from us. It was a big deal, as the decade would be changing, something I had never experienced, as I was too young the last time this happened. I couldn’t wait to see what it felt like; the end of The Fifties!
Small Wins, Big Confidence: Celebrating Milestones in Writing Your Life Story
Listen to what this article is about: You know those moments when you sit back, take a breath, and realize just how far you've come? Well, in writing your life story, those moments are so important. Every little win, every milestone you reach, shows just how dedicated...
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