I always wanted to be Indiana Jones when I grew up. After all, he was suave, good-looking, roguish, athletic, and invincible—all the things I was not. That he was also a figment of someone’s imagination didn’t really bother me until I hit the 8th Grade. More specifically, the 8th Grade fiction-writing unit.
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Friday, February 08, 2008
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