Always love to travel through Trenton every now and then...the scene of my 7th grade moment in glory...catching the touchdown pass...the hero of the 7th grade.
One thing nice about the football field, while the memory may fade, the distance doesn't.
It was then just as long a pass as it actually was...unlike when I returned to Monticello and the scene of my 4th grade class run down to the fence and back to determine the fastest. What then seemed so long was but a short run from the wall to the fence, no yard markers to determine the exact distance.
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