Last night, I picked up a book I hadn’t touched since the fifth grade…some Hardy Boy’s mystery one of my old best friends (were they all best friends back in elementary?) for my birthday.

Anyhoo, when I got to the third page or so, I noticed a little chocolate smudged fingerprint on the side of the page…a fingerprint left by a bored little boy who once lay in his bed reading, and seven years later would pick up the same book again.

The thumbprint was pretty tiny, and I thought to myself, “Wow, I’ve grown a bit,”. Then I realized that I was still reading the same book…which makes me wonder if I’ve grown at all…