Today my son is 15. This means driver permit, summer job, girls (actually he’s got a head start on this one), and one really old dad.
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Grace Breaks 
Wow the hair… I remember when I was 15 my hair couldn’t touch the top of my collar in the back and had to be closely cropped over the ears…remember that Rob? You were there. By the way I knew you when I was 15 and that makes you old. Oh yea…me too.