If only I could go back. When time was nothing more than a myth,. When time could not catch me. As I strolled towards dreams that were on the tip. If only I could go back and catch the glint. As she told me I had all the time in the world. There, in that glint, was the truth. The truth that time does not exist. And even if it did.

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The amy diary was written in 1993 when I was 11 years old and in Grade 5 in Chatham Ontario and attending McNaughton Ave. Each day was given a letter grade based on how good or bad that day was. I scanned all pages in their entirety and left unedited. Also featured in The Globe and Mail.

The musings and social invitations of Amy Crabtree Campbell. Monday, March 31, 2008. Opening Day 2008 - Detroit vs. So, we walked into the stadium, and I bought my scorecard. You cannot know the joy that I felt looking out over the field, or begin to fathom the sense of expectant energy that coursed through me. Gimme a beer, or three. After an interesting detour through Mexicantown that gave Kim a World .